Posted by Violette Reid on Sunday, May 29, 2011
Under: Poetry
There she was: virgin innocent pure as unpolluted rain. Gracefully educating the old world with peace – an eternal relief of pain. Wrapping the old laws in her arms; encouraging them with the new teachings of a forgiving God’s reign. “Love! Love!” she called out. “The sacrifice was for you!” She was holy. She was virtuous. She was true. Dressed in the whole armor of God. Spreading her love like the ripples of a disturbed sea. She broadened her horizons and into foreign lands she brought her ministry. To “The West” she went. She was received with opened arms; with joyful consent by wolves dressed lavishly as sheep. In her beauty they saw opportunity. Her innocence they wished to exploit. There she was, attempting to awaken them from evil’s sleep. Honor and peace her tongue’s message. The prophecy nearly complete. Her beauty they wanted to ravish with their humanity so savage. They captured her, ripped her of her armor, violated her innocence with greed and vice, mocked the holy sacrifice, made the cross a scarlet shame, blasphemed her holy name, spread her wide and ravished her whole, wrote damnation upon her soul, made her a whore before the world, blinding the ignorant and deceiving the poor; made her a disgrace. She fell from God’s grace. Now her love is hard to adore.
Violette L. Meier, an ordained minister, wife, mother, novelist, painter, poet, and native of Atlanta, Georgia, earned her BA in English at Clark Atlanta University and a MDiv from The Interdenominational Theological Center with an emphasis in Biblical Studies. She has authored six books, and Violette loves to volunteer and do community service work because she believes that serving is the best way to make God palpable to people.