Lament -- By: Celeste Schroeder

Journal: Priscilla Papers
Volume: PP 09:2 (Spring 1995)
Article: Lament
Author: Celeste Schroeder


Lament

Celeste Schroeder

Celeste Schroeder is a liturgical dance artist, writer and educator whose focus is on spirituality and the body. She teaches periodically at Regent College (Vancouver, BC), Trinity Western University, Vancouver School of Theology, and in the Pacific Northwest Program in Spiritual Direction. Currently pursuing doctoral studies at Simon Fraser University, she has written a book on Embodied Prayer: Harmonizing Body and Soul. She and her husband are parents of three young boys.

Rendered invisible
it has happened just too many times
times two squared
and more.

Even worse is being rendered visible
but not really important.
Your voice is not really that important they say.
It doesn’t have the right credentials,
Many books behind you ... a following... or enough degrees,
or how could you really have something to say
when you spend many of your days doing laundry,
wiping noses, changing diapers,
raising living human beings, instead of just words on a page.
Living words are not regarded with the same care.

Oh you men — Who gave you birth, raised you and shaped you in the school of prayer?
Was it your fathers?
Or did not the woman who brought you forth have something so valuable to give you?
Have you forgotten her just as they so forgot the woman who anointed Jesus?
Why so easily do you forget

I sometimes think some of us have been given to remind you.
Remind you that we are here. We have a voice! We mean something.
But it is tiring advocating for oneself—
More than tiring, it is humiliating.
Isn’t it time that the brothers advocated for the sisters?
Is it only Jesus who can stand up and a few courageous men
who go against the stream?

They say, “Why can’t you women be like the men,” but I say,
“Why can’t you men really be men and stand up for what you believe in?”
We’ve had to stand up for a long time.
I feel like sitting down now, and regaining my stamina.

When can we go out and dance together in this fabulous, paradoxical kingdom of God?
Where we truly render each other visible and valuable in the Creator’s eyes?

My eyes are weak. They will be strong again there is no doubt.
But they have become weary in the community I serve and love.
I feel I have no option now but to widen my community. I must press on.
I don’t understand, but my tears do.

Jesus weeps for his daughters and for his sons.
When will they see the gift of the daughters?
Do the daughters have to be sons to be seen as gifts?

I feel I have worked through this all too many times.
Why should it come an...

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