Reaching Through My Tears
| long to pray.
| long to speak to You, yet | know not
where to begin.
The words | once used have been taken away;
"Father”...”Lord”...even “God” have been tainted.
| long to pray to You — not to a male image.
| long to pray to You — You Who ls,
You who loves, You who hears and knows.
| want to call out to You.
Through my tears, | want to reach You.
In my joy, | want to praise You.
In my shame, | want to beseech You.
Mother, Godess? ... You are more than that too.
One Who Is, One who always shall be.
Dear One Who Is Being ...
1 am before You
Not knowing what to say or do.
Please hear me and help me.
-Anonymous |
mS
“for my sighs are many, and my heart is faint.””
—Lamentations 1:22
when they came, they took everything:
her story,
her voice,
her song.
they didn’t leave her nothing.
she’d sit in her room all day
staring out the window at a rainy sky.
it was grey outside
and grey inside.
everything matched.
once in a while she’d wave her bloody arms
out the window and scream
just to see if anybody’d notice.
nobody did.
in a city of the blind,
the one-eyed man is king.
but a one-eyed woman?
that’s a different story.
3/27/83
-Anonymous II
