Spark (a poem)

I was feeling both beaten down and empowered, so I started writing on my whiteboard something that someone recently told me: I am the church, I am the priesthood of all believers. And I kept going, kept writing, and suddenly the words just kept coming out. So here it is, my poem:

I am the church
I have the priesthood of all believers
God created me
God called me
God loves me
I matter
My life matters
I have a voice, and my voice matters
Watch me flip your tables
Nail issues to your door
Yes, I noticed
I see your hierarchy
Made by man, not god
I see your oppression
I see you grip the reins tighter
No, I won’t be complicit
Tear down the walls
Through god I have strength
I’m here at the shouting grounds
Where’s my megaphone
You say I’m too loud? I’ll drown out the hate
The taunts and the whispers
Hear me roar
God is love
Radical love
Disruptive love
Make room