new flower to bloom

praying fervently for the women
walking to Golgotha in the valley of Dunvegan
i lift them up to your throne
as they weep and cry for your Son –

their sons and daughters crucified again

and again in that cross of convenience
to maintain control and influence
of the powerful, fewer names in the town

and villages around giving no chance

for a new flower to bloom
in the backyard of your temple
or in the valley spraying with venom!

give me grace never to disown

these simple women and their spouses
with children struggling like a hen
in the chicken pen with a weasel in!