A SURVIVOR’S PRAYER

O God, through the image of a woman
crucified on the cross
I understand ….. At last

For most of my life
I have been ashamed of the scars I bear.
Theses scars tell such an ugly story,
a common story,
about a woman who is the victim
when a man abuses power and control,
act out his fantasies.

In the warmth, peace
and sunlight of your presence
I was able to uncurl the tightly clenched fists.
For the first time….
I felt your suffering presence with me in the event.
I have known you as a vulnerable baby,
as a brother, and as a father.
Now I know you as a woman.
You were there with me….
As the violated woman
caught in needless, helpless suffering.

The chains of shame and fear
no longer bind my heart and body.
A slow fire of compassion and forgiveness
has been kindled.
My tears fall now
far man as well as woman.

You, God,
can make our violated body,
soul, and spirit
vessels of love and comfort
to others.
I am honored
to carry this womanly power
within my body and soul

You were not ashamed of your wounds
You showed them to Thomas
as marks of your ordeal and death.
I will no longer hide these wounds of mine.
I will bear them gracefully.
They tell a resurrection story.

Dedicated to my Granddaughter, JaCoya
Who was raped by her stepfather