Wrong

i know
just enough to know
how sparse and fleeting
are the things i know
for every thing i learn
i unlearn three more
for a life built
on being right
i have learned to live in the space
of being wrong

and maybe i’m wrong
about the guest list for heaven
and maybe i’m wrong
about how gloriously we are made
and maybe i’m wrong
to believe
“love God, love neighbor”

what if i’m wrong?

if i’m wrong
i’ll fall off the guest list
because I see God in rainbow children
if i’m wrong
i’ll march on to hell
arms on their shoulders, their tears on mine

maybe i’m wrong
but that’s a chance i’m willing to take

and now i ask you, dear one –
what if you’re wrong?