Hostility or Indifference

The stage was set beneath the big golden Cross
The girl stood before God and the congregated audience
She felt their eyes burn holes in her tattered clothes
Holes through her hands, feet and side

They measured her against themselves
Thinking her inferior in her mind
She seethed in anger, preferring their indifference
To the burning knives of superiorty in their eyes

The blood of Christ flowed from her wounds
She swallowed her perception of their superiority
Few of them held this perception
But it burned in her nonetheless

No love came from the angry drunken Father
The Mother wallowed in self-pity, she was indifferent
The girl felt gypped, angry and determined
God was her witness, she "would never go hungry again!"

Prideful determination to overcome was her fuel
She rose above her crucifixion
Scratched and clawed her way to mediocrity
"Misses Average" was her dream
Average stuff to accessorise the average life

The woman stood under another big cross in her average clothes
She felt respect in the eyes of the congregation
Wounds were closed, the blood of Christ contained
Loving life and the gifts God had granted her in His blessed Light

A child gazed longingly into her eyes
"Please love me" asked the innocent one in swaddling clothes
Her mouth said "I love you", pleasing the congregation
Her heart said "hostilty or indifference? Your choice."