Prayer Asking For Patience and Compassion
Remember all those profiles of teen girls
in foster care, how we grieved
that we could only bring one home?
Remember those girls, Lord,
how the social workers advised:
this one bit her foster siblings
and is on lockdown; this one lit
a firecracker under a sleeping cat
and will soon age out of the system;
this one has falsely accused men and boys
in three foster homes and will ruin
your reputation; and this one (the one who
joined our family, thank you Lord)
ate shoplifted groceries with her
siblings as their birth mother
nodded off under the spell of heroin
and both men in her home
were unregistered sex offenders.
When she confessed to sneaking
onto our computer at night, encouraging
some boy to send dick picksto her secret social media page,
how I raged, angry at him, afraid
for her. Lord, only you know
how many men and boys have shown her
their ugly sides. Composing myself,
I told her never to send pictures of her
body, but if she did, never to include her
face, because porn is a thing
and revenge porn is also a thing.
Thank you for keeping her off drugs —
but help me to see her
as myself at her age,
trembling in the county detox ward,
waiting for a room to open up
in a rehab center, and help me
be like the junkie I met there,
who said Hey, I only have one cigarette,
it’s really all I have, but why don’t you take it?
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