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Hate/Love, Hope/Despair, Strength/Weakness

August 15, 2007

With thanks to Kelsey for this poem.

We Without a Future
by Anna McKenzie
(from the appendix of “Good Friday People”, By Sheila Cassidy)

And so we must begin to live again,
We of the damaged bodies
And assaulted minds.
Starting from scratch with the rubble of our lives
And picking up the dust
Of dreams once dreamt.

And we stand there, naked in our vulnerability,
Proud of starting over, fighting back,
But full of weak humility
At the awesomeness of the task.

We, without a future,
Safe, defined, delivered
Now salute you God.
Knowing that nothing is safe,
Secure, inviolable here.
Except you,
And even that eludes our minds at times.
And we hate you
As we love you,
And our anger is as strong
As our pain,
Our grief is deep as oceans,
And our need as great as mountains.

So, as we take our first few steps forward
Into the abyss of the future,
We would pray for
Courage to go places for the first time
And just be there.
Courage to become what we have
Not been before
And accept it,
And bravely to look deep
Within our souls to find
New ways.

We did not want it easy God,
But we did not contemplate
That it would be quite this hard,
This long, this lonely.

So, if we are to be turned inside out,
And upside down,
With even our pockets shaken,
Just to check what’s rattling
And left behind,
We pray that you will keep faith with us,

And we with you,
Holding our hands as we weep,
Giving us strength to continue,
And showing us beacons
Along the way
To becoming new.

We are not fighting you God,
Even if it feels like it,
But we need your help and company,
As we struggle on.
Fighting back
And starting over.

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2 Responses to “Hate/Love, Hope/Despair, Strength/Weakness”

  1. kate says:

    So simply, beautifully put. Thanks for passing this on.

  2. Mike Croghan says:

    Beautiful and true. Between you Stavs, Erin, and Mark “Buy My Book!” Scandrette, I think for the first time in my life I’m beginning to have an inkling of an appreciation for poetry. Thanks.

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