Julie Steiner

Though sinners’ souls are shriven clear,the ravished aren’t restored.The Good News turns to Bad News nearthe raped, abused, or whored.Most kids like me kept mum, for fearthat ill repute would smite us.But unhealed traumas reappear.The past comes back to bite us.Two decades on, I told the . . . . Continue Reading »

Too long, I too withheld my earfrom “slanderers” who pouredout tales of victimhood to smearthe servants of the Lord.I trusted in our leaders’ sneer:“No sins like that could blight us.”But unhealed traumas reappear.The past comes back to bite us.Some quibble, now the bill is here,“The . . . . Continue Reading »