marked...

We say in our Baptism we are marked.
Grace marked
with water
giving identity
and life.

In life and in death we belong to God.
Water dripping,
splashing,
marking.

It was said after a time of worship
"It's as if I've been marked by others.
A scarlet letter of sorts."

Indeed
the truth:
We are all marked.

No amount of hairspray,
muscles,
appropriateness...
can cover up the fact
that every one of us are broken.

Crevices of emptiness mark our lives...
our journey.

We are all in the same boat...
in need of a radical invitation
to come into grace...
into laughter...
into life.

Some pretend,
others ignore.

Some judge,
others hide.

Some have freedom to speak,
others remain silenced.

All of us are marked.