The story of the Beaten Jew is one I understand
while the religious community walks on by
Perhaps they thought he was dead
didn't want to be defiled
that would interfere with God's work
and they were doing God's work
Many walked by
each had their excuse
its not my responsibility
it can't be that bad
we need him
we're doing God's work
that would get in the way
since when is it God's work to leave the wounded on the road and press on busily doing God's work
as if God depends on you
It was wrong
they whisper that now
that shouldn't have happened
it's sad we're not better than this
it is a pity that those who were there threw arrows instead of helping
that is not good
if you want, you can file a grievance
tell them that was wrong
stare off into space
why is all this my responsibility
to help my husband heal
to file a complaint
it is not a secret
it is not unknown
why do I have to do it
pick myself up, bleeding to a weakened state
and say, "don't do that. It was wrong."
I want to be defended
Is there no one among the bystanders who is willing to say
"she is worth enough to me that I will say no"
"that what you did is wrong. and you need to admit it"
they are now willing to get help
if I agree that his anger is really his pain
and try to help him deal with that pain
but no one stands willing to say
"hey! No! What you did is wrong!"
to hurt her was wrong
to not answer her screams was wrong
to accuse her of being hurt was wrong
to insult her was wrong
Am I that valuable enough to anyone?
I don't feel it.
It is as if there were bystanders at a rape
who stood by
they neither defended the victim
called for help
or covered her when it was over
"no one else is being raped...
... it must be something she did."
And what is sad
is that there is no one who is willing to say
either to the rapist
or the silent bystanders
"YOU WERE WRONG!"
To tell them.
I have to do it myself
when the one who hurt me is healed enough to handle that.
So I cry
wanting someone who cares enough to say
"you can't hurt my daughter"
if it were my daughter, I'd bash some heads in.
And God hasn't.
you see, it's not only people who haven't stopped this
God didn't either.
He let His people fail.
And He did not stop it either
and that creates its whole new pain.
not only abused
rejected by God's own people
and no one is brave enough to tell them they were wrong
they are brave enough to tell me
that I shouldn't be so angry over it
that I should choose kinder words to talk about it
but no one will tell the ones who hurt me that it is not ok.
because those people are more valuable than me
they do God's work.
And they can't stop them
to mop up the blood from the beaten Jew
I want to curse them
to pray that God will let them feel pain and be abandoned in it
but I can't
I would not wish this on my worst enemy
so I tell God that I want Him to smack them all hard
in eternity, to keep them on the far other side than where I am
to hang them up and gut-punch them.
to defend me
just this once
and when it hails and they go out to move plants
and just then the hail suddenly intensifies
A few solid stings from hail won't hurt you
feels like the stings of the words they have thrown
so I giggle
I know God won't smack them upside the head.
He doesn't with me
but He might sting them with hail
and I might giggle
through the tears.