by Jordan Sleed

If you had not been gentle, 
Could I have been born, 

Again? 
And what about our marriage? 
No love can grow where
Vows become weapons. 

Oh, I suppose
What I keep choosing not to know
Is that your delivery method
Stays a much softer touch always: 
Condescension not as a cursed lack of trust,
But as a lover who remembers I am made of dust 

Jordan Sleed is a writer and musician from Texas. He lives with his lovely wife, Jen, and their clingy dog, Beni. Writing has been an integral part of Jordan’s life with God, and it’s his honor to share it with others. His first book, The Rage Against Grace, is available online now.