WOMEN’S WORDS IN THE NIGHT
We are the hands that rock the cradle. But what if our hands are battered and bloody? tremble from coercion? abandon the cradle?
We are the voices that sing the lullaby. But what if our voices are faint? shriek with rage? are silenced?
We are the eyes that behold the hope. But what if our eyes are closed? glazed with pain? ignore the vision?
We are the hearts that burst with reconciliation. But what if our hearts embrace forgiveness? flower with justice? redeem the violence?
By Margaret Faulk of Nashua, NH Vol. I of “Women’s Uncommon Prayers