In this western
comfort zone
women still hurt,
they live
fragmented lives,
they question
themselves
wondering if
they
have been heard…
How do we
convey this
to a hurting
generation?
How do we
find peace?
If lives
even now
are blighted
by hidden
prejudice
is
there
a
way
forward?
Will
we ever
be
whole?
I write this in response to friends anguish, she wonders about he worth, and questions whether her voice has been heard… I understand her anguish, and hear her voice. I want to say God hears your cry… for s/he does, and s/he responds… do we have ears to hear???
