Bloody Garments
Little girls trusting a fatherly man:
A life of games, adventure, play.
The heart was stirred to life;
Springs of water touched a parched soul. . .
Blackness, terror came -
Rape without ever saying, “No”
Bloody garments,
hide them away
Bury them deep beneath garbage-
Fear, shame, confusion-
To kill the foolish heart.
Bloody garments
would return one day.
Self-inflicted rage,
Anger, shame, contempt.
Kill the longing for life.
Bloody garments
were here long before.
God’s rage against sin.
Soldiers, Jesus, whips
Blood to cleanse the past.
Bloody garments
float in memories.
Are the acts really forgiven?
Doubt, shame, hope
The heart stirred to life. |