Good Intentions


Good Intentions

Good Intentions are what brought me here, don’t forget.

Good Intentions,

Good Intentions.

When I fall off my bike and can’t afford a Band-Aid,

Good Intentions.

When I put a few dollars in the weekly envelope,

Good Intentions.

When I mosey past the ants on the sidewalk and the weeds that they eat,

Good Intentions.

When I stumble around with a new friend whose beige face paint forgets me,

Good Intentions.

When I slap a few words on an aching open to burst sore,

Good Intentions.

When I forget to ruminate myself equal but say it extra sweet,

Good Intentions.

When I stutter and stammer as my ignorance gives me away,

Good Intentions.

When I lie about my qualifications so they’ll let me stay,

Good Intentions.

When I forget that the paint on my bicycle can be replaced,

Good Intentions.

When I spit at reality square in the face,

Well. It was well-intentioned?


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I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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