Maria Evans


“I can no longer “tsk-tsk” the Psalmist
This time around…
Because he’s me…
And I have to live with the fact
That from time to time
I’ve been just as raw and audacious with God.”

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

“When this is all over,
will we have the courage
to name our whitewashed tombs,
to heal the divides between us,
or will we choose to wallow in our self-righteousness,
whatever it happens to be,
Hold on to our outrage, whatever the source,
with ghostly white knuckles
and no room for reconciliation in our tightly clenched fists when this is all over?”