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
Picture is my own

Silent Suffering

I’m so tired
open the paper
open the phone
headlines screaming
people are dying
droves
around the world
in my own backyard
change is needed
here
there
everywhere
I know how trite
the words I write
yet
I am so tired…..
child abuse
human trafficking
abuse of authority
psychopaths rule
knowing how to play the game
watching
mouthing words
wanted to be heard
death brought
upon these shores
by our own
who seek to blame
anyone
for ills brought upon themselves
I am so tired…..
watching
people devoid of empathy
devoid of care
wanting
scheming
only for selves
never reaching
never seeing
birth to death
a testament of selfishness
written broad
for all to read
for all to dispute
while away from sight
the degradation continues…..
I am tired
tears
falling
eyes
blurring…..
so very tired
weary
without rest.
 
©Aug. 31/21
Picture is my own