St. Steven, hear me.....

I remember a boy praying

Please make it stop

But God himself was in on the act

At least, to a boy it seemed that way

What to do, where to go?

What did they think? a boy could do.

Whatever the thought, they were right.

The terror of the night, the shame of the daylight!

All say, all knew, brothers yet separate.

Silent words were spoken at the table for breakfast every morning.

No one looked in another face.

Not to see the hurt or fear

Or to hide

The shame only all of us knew

And st Steven?

He looked down on us, towering high over our city

The blue and white

Everywhere the pride of glory past

st Steven looked away like all the rest

A whisper as loud as a cannonshot

You will be worse if you tell

God hates little boys who don't obey

Who will believe you? You will go to jail

Telling on a Priest is a sin

You are worth nothing, be happy I do this for you

And st Steven?

Like everybody else, just looked away.

What would you expect of a pile of stones?

But were those stones so different from everything and every one else around?

KS:

Wow! What powerful poignant poetry from the heart.

Victor

Hello KleinerSpatz,

Your poem st Steven lets us experience some of your feelings as a child, a little boy who is being abused. These things always cause saddness to me. But they also make me more energized to do all I personally can do for the safety of our kids today.

I hope that you now feel believed and understood and very clearly heard. We all try to help each other put the pain in it's place and be open to what joy there is today.

Peace to you friend.

Bob

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thats all I can think to say. Keep posting, your words are so beautiful and sad at the same time.
James

very beautiful but very sad
Again, i can't thank you enough for helping me.

sincerly
Logan