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Thanks for keeping us up to date with the latest regarding clergy abuse.  It sure does never end.  I was going through some of my papers I saved when my son was suffering so from clergy abuse; in 2009 I wrote this poem:

               HEALING CLERGY ABUSE

The wounds of abuse are raw and deep
from the top of my head to the soles of my feet
and to a precious child, the damage complete

How to undo such enormous pain-was God
in the room-did he see the insane?
this evil act from a priest, so devine,
to my person, to me, to all that is mine

The pain from this memory, finally unleashed,
hurts my hair and my brain, my eyes and my teeth
my heart explodes inside my chest, I can’t breath,
I can’t breath, nevermore to rest

I am startled from sleep sheathed in sweat
each day is a hell with demons unmet
but worse than all the horrors that I endure
I have lost who I am, of that I am sure

What does it take to find the road back
when you’re so empty, so sad, so far off track
it seems too hard, I don’t have a map

Dear child, be still and just quietly listen
to the voice deep within
and dwell in that soft place that is truth
please be patient and listen

For deep within is a strength that defines
it is who you are – have been all this time
a precious uniqueness the universe requires
to make the world complete

The wounds of abuse are raw and deep
and the scars that you carry may sometimes seep
but you’ll know who you are and accept what is
from the top of your head to the soles of your feet

   Mary Rucci