Blessed Be

I wrote this poem at the end of 2019.

Thursday Sept. 30/21 was the first Truth and Reconciliation Day. It is a Federal holiday and it is a day to learn of the abuses faced by the Indigenous of this country. To listen. To hear. To participate in the healing. Finding this poem this morning and reading it made me realize that this poem suits what we are discovering today.

Blessed be

the child you brought to me

set forth

allowed me the temptation.

It is not my fault

this is how I am made.

I am sorry my Lord

forgive me

you have made me as such

despite the pain

the atrocities

you comfort me

keep me within the fold

allow me the cover

to continue my evil.

Hide your head

those children you should have protected

marred

brutalized

still you smile

still you laugh

shaking your fingers

adding sin after sin

while hiding

defending

the one who should

truly

be hair shirted to hell.

Moved

forgotten

horror driven

suicide

rape

more abuse

all because

men are in power

protecting the guilty

forfeit the innocent

all in the name of our Lord

Jesus Christ.

©Dec. 30/19

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