Let me share a poem with you. A poem straight from my heart and soul. It is for the sanctity of life. A poem that cries out for the millions of unborn children whose right to life is taken from them in their helplessness.
I walk the streets and see the crowds
Who is this person, a shadow in the night?
What is creature called man?
What is this thing called a human?
It was the end of my life,
I was old and done with working,
My life's ebb drew me to silence,
And I feel a sad solitude now.
But once my blood raced and my pulse pounded
I was in the thunder of youth
I was bold and brash and bad
And indulged in a big mistake
What was that mistake? I think now.
What was that thing we decided to end?
Was is a human? Or was it not?
Where are we and how far have we come?
Now I wish I could see the great light.
What did I live for? What was I to be?
Where has the road of life led me?
Now, that I am on my death bed?
The breath is dim and the life, scant,
The head reels into a slow darkness,
And where do I head now? Is it the end?
What was I? Some flesh and blood?
And now I see the awesome light,
It shines so bright but I'm afraid of it.
This was the light when I was conceived,
When my life hung from a fragile thread.
But I wish I had that second chance now.
Now that I know the breath that conceived me,
Breath from that light, that gave me life,
A second chance is all I ask.
Not that I may see the light,
For I was that mistake - for I closed my eyes,
And that thing I thought was a cluster of just cells,
Lies happily above, near the light of breath.
Gospel for the Mass: 1/14/18- John 1:35-42
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