Little Girl Child,
your eyes so innocent,
so wild,
reflecting depths
of hate,
from the ones
who should love . . .
Where, oh, where
was our God above?
Little Girl Child,
I hope God removed
your pain,
when all hope
was gone
and when no friends
remained.
All who were blind
are now forced to see
the depravity
you've suffered,
the hurts,
so lewd and mean.
Little Girl Child,
you're
society's scapegoat,
a wondrous creation
now wasted by hatred so deep, and fathomless
we drown within
its sea and when we look in the mirror,
Horror Behold!
Its our own faces we see.
Little Girl Child,
politicians will
now use your story
to further their
social and political gains
with an evilness
so vile that all goodness is scorned,
and not a hope
for us remains.
Little Girl Child
can you possibly
forgive
the ignorance,
blind eyes, and the ears deaf from fear?
No involvement,
no questions, no peeking, no love.
Can we be forgiven
by the true God above?
Little Girl Child,
I hope you can
now rest,
your hands now
crossed upon your sweet breast,
in heaven I hope
you will learn how to play.
Little Girl Child,
you need no longer
fear
the silent, long,
lonely nights,
or the days filled
with tears.
You*re now with Jesus, and He alone can
give,
you love so profound
you can forget and forgive . . .
As for those of
us wearing blinders to this world*s
cruelty,
May we never turn
our heads and not really see,
the hundreds,
or thousands of
other little girls,
who are tortured,
and beaten and
killed out of "love.’
Little Girl Child
the shame your
death brought and forced us to see...
The deep, deep
heartache that cannot be assuaged,
may it stir us
to action so the next "little girl"
will be saved.
I write this in
remembrance... in remembrance of that innocent child in all of
us, and the painful reality of cruel inhumanity, unfortunately
found all too often in this world today.
This little girl
child was murdered by her parents cruelly and with malice and
forethought. No one thought to intervene, no one seemed to care,
until after the fact.
This unspeakable,
tortured event actually took place during the week of Mother's
Day.
All Mother Love
is not inherent...as I once supposed.
For Brenda Ann,
and suffering children everywhere .
May 13, 1997
