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When I fell in love with a man, I found myself replacing that uncertain concept of G-d with his image in prayer. 
Invocations I have recited my whole life, simple proclamations like "I love You Gd", seemed directed suddenly at Keith rather than the divine. 
This frightened me when I considered myself a Christian, because it seemed the definition of heresy. 
This frightened me as I rebelled against my Christian upbringing, because it seemed the manifestation of patriarchy.

Now, I see that the only way I could hope to understand and love G-d or the spiritual is to understand and love what is natural; present; real. To love Keith.

Rumi:  

If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

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When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

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If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

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If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

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