my dream from last night…
I was in a church filled with people — maybe a thousand of them…
It felt like home… familiar… safe…
But something in the air felt strange…
like warmth covering a quiet wrong…
I was sitting with a group of guys — my friends —
waiting for the service to start…
The room was loud with low voices and shifting bodies…
noise that feels alive
before something important begins…
Then.. a young guy stepped to the pulpit…
mid-twenties… unpolished… unguarded… real…
He started to confess…
Not in a dramatic way — not for attention
just a man tired of carrying his weight alone…
He confessed his sins…
his failures…
his sexual mistakes…
with girls in the church…
The room changed…
Whispers started…
Then snickers…
Then laughter…
People leaned into each other…
smiling behind their hands…
Judging…
Feasting on the fall of someone
brave enough to bleed in public…
I felt my chest tighten…
Not at him —
at them…
I felt angry…
Ashamed…
Disgusted…
I was pissed…
This was supposed to be a place of mercy…
A greenhouse… where things nurture…
instead.. it felt like a courtroom with no grace…
I looked around at the faces of people…
I didn’t recognize the love
I thought lived here…
I wanted out…
So I stood up…
I walked past the rows…
Past the whispers…
Past the laughter…
Past the pulpit… that was no longer an altar… but a guillotine…
and the applause for the fallen… was the new amen…
I pushed open the doors…
as I stepped outside… I felt cleansed… baptized…
free as a wet bird drenched in truth…
then I woke up…
it was just a dream…
…….🚶♂️→🤫→😂→⛪️⚔️→👏⬇️🙏❌→🚪→💧†→🐦💦✨
Who knows who is both your best friend and brother…
When everyone’s deserted you…
Who’d shoot first and ask questions later…
If anybody’s messed with you…Pretty soon we’ll all be tumblin’ like a barrel…
Thrown from the top of the waterfall…
I’m drownin’ in piranhas in the river…
Man… what a drag!I was talkin’ to my teacher…
Said I didn’t have a clue…
I think my principles are reachin’…An all time low…
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