Forgive me for my ignorance. Last night I came across "It Started" by Jimmy Santiago Baca, as I was working on my sermon of Deut 3:23-29 for tomorrow, "A little state-funded barrack in the desert, in a prison. A poetry workshop, an epicenter of originality, companionship, pain, and openness. For some, the first time in their life writing, for others the first time saying openly what they felt, the first time finding something in themselves, worthwhile, ugly and beautiful. ... Now tonight. I am a burning bush, my bones a grill of fire, I burn these words in praise, of our meeting, our friendship." -- It Started.
