Ann-Marie Spittle

THOUGH I…

Though I stand in darkness
Your light guides me
Out of the underworld
Over the barren lands
Away from the horror
Of the Heart of Darkness

Though I see the terrors
Of the world I know
You hold my hand
Through the name calling
And the violence
Thorough the physical blows
And the bleeding
Away from my body
And the pain of this world

Though I feel abandoned
You stand beside me
Through the anger
And the tantrums
The ignoring
And the lack of contact

For you know my heart

A heart troubled by the world of men
Who make women less than
But want their abilities
Who tread them into the ground
And expect them to create from it
Who make them work harder
Than the least of them
To equal them

I ask to be healed
And in the healing
Heal the collective

The collective pain
The collective anger
The collective fear

Teach me so I can teach others

To fly again
To sing again
To dance in the rain

Raise my energy
To the heavens and beyond
Tying a bow to my tail
So others may come to
And on our return
Teach others how to follow
Our newly beaten path

Author’s Note: Inspired after a difficult few weeks at work during a visit to St Bride’s Church in Fleet Street, London and St Paul’s Cathedral, a few minutes walk away.

Submitted for the April 2011 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Do You Hear Me God?”