*Editor’s Note: Today’s post is a poem by Barbra Graber, originally published in the Spring 2014 issue–a special issue on sexualized violence–of Timbrel Magazine, a publication by Mennonite Women USA. To purchase a copy of this issue for a special discounted price of $5, click here.– RH
Lord, oh Lord.
How can the sexualized violence against your most vulnerable creatures
(by those who also call you Lord)
continue so long unabated?
When will the anger subside, the anxiety stop?
When will the tears cease to surprise,
When will I feel like joining the human race again?
When will I ever be able to trust another’s love?
How could this be part of anyone’s Divine Plan?
Help me break free to make all things new.
Something is groaning to be born in me.
Help me work out my own salvation
through Christ who strengthens me.
God of Tamar and Hagar, hear my prayer
Goddess of the roiling Seas, hear my prayer
Jesus of the raging Winds, hear my prayer
Creator of storm cloud and deluge of rain, hear my prayer
Goddess of transformative Fire, hear my prayer
Jesus who challenged the corrupted Temple, hear my prayer
Creator of the infinite Cosmos, hear my prayer
Goddess of the sacred seasons of Earth, hear my prayer
Jesus of the living Water, hear my prayer.
I AM yours
and nothing can separate me from your Love.
Spirit of the Living God,
fall afresh on me.