Today, I'm returning to sharing from The BeZine, our sister publication. I am sharing from a poem that Lisa Ashley wrote about the youth in detention that we encounter. This is the second of two. The girl in this poem is known to both of us. It is tragic.
Full Buck Moon: A Poem from Juvenile Detention
by Lisa Ashley
of antler-hardening season,
behind a Mt. Rainier cloud,
etching a snow cone Madrona
in its glow.
The bucks begin
their pointed clashes
for the does,
as summer moves into fall, ritual
not often seen or heard by humans.
Sipping, wrapped in a fleece robe,
visited by baby raccoon and elder black cat,
breath slow-moving in and out,
trying to let go of her story:
rape, then raging violence and death;
he raped and beat her
before she shot him with his own gun.
The moon glimmers in gold seams
inside the rock-mountain cloud
until bright beams burst,
white gooseneck in the yard,
lighting up the fragile white butterfly.
Did he place his gun on the car seat
before forcing her?
Did she see it shining
in the streetlight?
she grabbed it up
to stop the pain.
Charged with murder one,
prosecutor claims pre-meditation.
She is old enough to know
what she was doing, they say.
Just turned 16, to be tried as an adult,
did she pre-meditate his attack?
Driven by self preservation
the bucks fight in breeding season,
mounting the does when they are in estrous,
Does the doe submit each time?
She waits for weeks, alone with nightmares,
in a limbo of fear-filled unknowns
abandoned by heroin-addicted parents
and friends who think they know what happened.
It’s like a surreal movie, she says.
Tears slide down like the setting moon.
© 2017, Lisa Ashley
What tears will you shed today?
Let my heart rise up to meet mercy, my voice to meet compassion, my hands to meet action.
BIBOLOVE: Breath In, Breath Out--sigh
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“Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.”
― Patricia Lynne,
Weekly prayer focus comes from the World Council of Churches prayer cycle. We know the world needs to be surrounded with prayer and positive thought. This allows us to work through the world country by country. We focus on one set of countries per week with the same prayer, lifting them up. I encourage you to fill this in however you see it.
Let us pray.
We know that we fail to live up to being makers of peace. Let us bring in rather than push out, be invitational rather than confrontational--seeing signs of life while decrying the desecration of hope.
This week we pray for
For signs of hope and peace, we pray for ________________________
For the oppressed and weary, we pray for ________________________
For those we love, those we hate and those we are indifferent to, we pray.
For the transformation from ME to WE, we pray.
Let peace prevail on earth.
So may it be.
Translation by Neil Douglas Klotz, Sufi
O Birther! Creator of the Cosmos,
Focus your light within us— make it useful:
Create your reign of unity now-
Your one desire then acts with ours,
as in all light, so in all forms.
Grant what we need each day in bread and insight.
Loose the cords of mistakes binding us,
as we release the strands we hold of others’ guilt.
Don’t let surface things delude us,
But free us from what holds us back.
From you is born all ruling will,
the power and the life to do,
the song that beautifies all,
from age to age it renews.
Truly— power to these statements—
may they be the ground from which all
my actions grow: Amen.