Eli Eli lama sabachthani?

where were you
when the embryo
hatched and was formed
by blood-spattered hyenas
tearing hope from
limb to limb and
laughing gleefully
at the mockery

where were you
when the embryo
fell and love
offered a hit
of a crack pipe
covered in symbols
flashing through
the ghetto offering
escape from the
desolate heat

the hands that
should be reaching
out are cut off at
the wrists bleeding
sanctimonious tripe
in defiance of the call
to love the
least , lost, and lonely
while sentencing each
embryo to death

guilty rings through
the room as we
continue to bleed the
embryo out with
ignorance born of
fear and shame and
the lie of the only way
being my way standing
on the corner shouting
belligerently to
repent or die

revelation rings through
the cosmos as the
embryo marches the
guilty to sheol while
silent tears are birthed
wresting the stumbling
breath of hope into a
silent scream reaching
to the ramparts and
calling forth the final
battle fought with
easter lilies


  1. Victoria C. Slotto said on December 13, 2010
    Oh, wow! Nicely done. By the way, Thanks for leading me to Abbey of the Arts...looks like the Benedictine Abbey in it? I didn't browse the site yet. Victoria
    1. Terri said on December 13, 2010
      It is actually a virtual Abbey. Home base is in Seattle and it is run bu Christine Paintner, PhD. She is a fabulous guide to the contemplative life.
  2. Star Ka'at said on December 13, 2010
    WOW, that was amazing, thoughtful, and powerful.
  3. Jingle said on December 13, 2010
    heartfelt words. well put... Happy Potluck! A+
  4. Beth Snowflakes said on February 14, 2012
    some powerful emotions expressed here. moving words, excellent delivery. Happy Valentine's Day.
    1. Terri said on February 14, 2012
      Thanks. My head was in a bad place. I had received stories from some youth that made me want to shake their parents.
  5. Riita Henneberry said on February 15, 2012
    some parents do need a push for realizations. a poem well done. :)

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