With My Love Pants Pulled Up
Wearing Love Makes us More

With my Love Pants pulled up, It’s not that absurd, for me to imagine Angels Leaning over each blade of grass, Whispering softly, ‘Grow, grow, grow…’
With my Love Pants pulled up, It’s not too Grand of me, to observe that we; that you and I, might Matter to the Whole, to the Entirety
And with my Love Pants pulled up I was able to sit, with my heart screaming inside me And stop my eyes, from looking away, From the horrifying violence, of a Brother’s parting
And now, with my Love Pants pulled up, I Bear Witness to the collapse, and to all to the Wonderous Beginnings And I whisper into the storm, into the Winds of Change ‘Grow, grow, grow…’
Note: It makes sense to me, but if it didn’t for you- ‘Pulling up your Love Pants’ is like ‘putting on your big girl/boy pants’; just more expansive.
In the past weeks, I have been reading many wonderful writers and leaders contributing to the BLM discussions on Medium, including the editors like Thomas Gaudex, who made a space on the home page of Scribe for the discussion.
My personal favourite, of all the Medium BLM stories that I have read to date, (which includes the epic one from President Obama), is about the seemingly frivolous space of social media From Zulie Rane:






