Beyond The Pale

Haiku to the Sea Goddess and Her Friends

 

Begun as fingers

of Sedna, the Inuit,

broken one by one.

Raven’s coming close

fear possessing like an imp

ice sea without life.

Clutching the kayak

futile try with no fingers

gradually changing.

Anthropoid digits

companions to the goddess

swimming to her call.

Hairy bear like pups

pinnipeds just swim ashore

observed by great white.

Half terrestrial

colors of the earth for sure

brown, black, tan, white, gray.

Systematized float

dive into the clear blue deep

independently.

Of one mind they drift

a raft of distinctive logs

till the ocean chides.

Class, not for these young

solely searching for a school

poles to lie around.

Peaceful in their plunge

barking lyrics to her songs

warming signals war.

First to die by spear

heavily exploited whelp,

white fur, lady’s love.

Niviaqsiaq,

Goddess of the frigid deep

Bless your pinnipeds.

2003 by Tammy Pruitt

I am moved

I have been reading my friend Alyssa's blog (thebarnun.blogspot.com) with such amazement. There are so many really horrible things going on daily and often I am so clueless. I know that evil exists but perhaps it is easier for me to ignore the scope of evil. Women and children are hideously abused all over the world and it appears that most don't realize or don't acknowledge how desperate the problems really are.

Early on I decided to work with youth because, I realized in my own life, they do not have a voice. Second to children, is the voiceless woman. It must be horrible to be doomed to an existence of slavery just because of your gender. It would be difficult to find hope. How do we help? I believe that this is exactly the type of issue Jesus spoke of when He gave us the Beatitudes. "Blessed are they that mourn.." I am mourning for these faces I do not know but Jesus knows each one. Lord make me an instrument of your peace.