The Voice of the Silenced One

I don’t have a name
They call me with different sounds
So I named myself LUNA
I was born into a world full of expectations
I don’t know what mistake I made,
But they saw me as ‘Cosmic mistake’
My body was marked not by sin,
But by stigma.
My breath in this world
was not welcomed but it was avoided.
They don’t know what they are doing to me.
In school, I was mocked
for the way I walked,
laughed at because of my voice,
punished because of the way I dressed.
Even in God’s house,
I was not seen as a Child of God.
The church always preaches about love,
but never loved me.

One day a question arose in my mind
“Am I made in God’s own image?”
To find the answer,
I started reading the Bible.
And you know what? God mentioned me

“Let not the eunuch say, ‘I am a dry tree. ‘For thus says the Lord:
To the eunuchs who keep my covenant,
I will give them a name better than sons and daughters.” (Isaiah 56:3-5)

I was shocked when I read it.
There it was my name in the Word of God.
Not as a mistake, but as a covenant bearer.
Not as cursed, but as chosen.
God had not forgotten me
But it was the Church that had forgotten God.
So I declare that God is not found in the
pulpits of comfort,
but in the bodies that bleed truth,
in the mouths that have been SILENCED.
The silenced ones are speaking.
Because God is no longer in the temple.
God is with us.