The nameless “sinful woman” (Luke 7:36-50)
It’s hard to explain…
The crushing weight
Of silence and of presence
Of unspoken words
And shameful secrets
Which quelled my emerging spirit
And left my soul sore
Quashing hope
As surely as the tears
Which must never be shed.
It’s hard to explain…
The sense that foundations
Are all adrift
That there is a darkened hollow
Where love should have been
And even existence
Is unwarranted;
That inner isolation
Is deserved
And pain due punishment.
It’s hard to explain…
The weariness of all my choices
Of knowing I can never start again
Of wanting so much,
All that eludes me:
To fly free
And be at least
A fraction of the daughter
God deserves.
By Jeannie Kendall