WildWood is from…
A dream.
A wild idea.
A hope that there is another way…
“You do not have to be good…
only love what you love,
meanwhile, the
Holy Wild Geese announce your place in the family of things.”
WildWood is from a long history of
religious dissenters,
non-confomists
radical resistance
and conscience objection.
Wild roots that run 315 years deep,
along the frigid Eider River in Germany,
believers baptism,
an act of political defiance,
learning the name “dunkers”,
but not the donuts.
WildWood is a new generation of nonconformity and resistance.
We’re in the good company of
the one who flipped the tables,
and a woman named Harriet Livermore, who could preach any man under the table.
We are the legacy of the one who made a mockery of imperialism by riding a donkey,
And a man and a heifer and a plan to feed the war-ravaged nations.
We stand with generations of prophetic voices shouting and singing into the void,
until the spirit moves in our midst and
the void reverberates in four-part-harmony.
WildWood if from hateful rhetoric,
dictatorial efforts to conform or be condemned,
of harmful silencing, talking-about but never to
of turn their backs and
“If I’d known who you were, I wouldn’t have shaken your hand…”
Closeted support isn’t support,
“hide it under a bushel,”
No, we’re gonna let it shine!
Shine and sparkle!
WildWood is
glitter and ash
finger-paint and protests
washing feet with love,
and fertile soil on our hands
We’re from the kitchen table and the bookstore,
the art gallery and the yoga studio,
we’re the church in the wild.
A wild theology,
queer, liberation, feminist,
mystic, eco, poetic,
learning and unlearning,
lived and living,
reimagined and reclaiming.
WildWood comes from
us, you and me,
a wide and wild community and supporters
We are WildWood,
showing up exactly as we are,
and exactly as we are becoming,
whole and holy.
Written in the style of George Ella Lyons, "I Am From..."