Oven fresh poems

Two poems I just composed today, both for the unborn children. Here they are for you:

Standing for life

What is life?
To the skeptic?
To the hopeful?
To you and me?

The skeptic says it is hopeless,
That there is no worth in it
That the world is hell
That life is meaningless.

The hopeful says
It has a purpose,
It is beautiful and good,
Not for something tangible,
But life itself.

Our Creator made us,
Each muscle and sinew,
We were fearfully knit,
In our mother's womb.

So why destroy that very treasure,
unparalleled magnificence and art,
Why bathe our streets in blood
And let them cry out?

Those who learned nothing but Truth,
Who did not learn our world's ways
Who remained in innocence
Purer than crystal clear water.

So let us join and take a stand,
You and I today,
To be renewed each day,
For a tomorrow, their tomorrows.

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Falling from a precipice

I was standing
At the end of the rock
I was staring far away
I'm your baby, falling from a precipice

It's miles below,
That step to life.
My touching the floor
Is my being born

Who will help me
Through that tender step
My God placed you
To bring me into the world

I'm falling now
Will I meet hard stone?
I'm falling now
Will I meet open arms?

Dad mum, do you hear me?
Do you hear the sound of love?
I can hear you great
I'm surrounded by beauty

Bathing in God's Love,
My creation, this wonderful thing,
To be just to be waiting now
Waiting to see you near.

Come and take me to you
Let's be forever true in this world
Come take me again
Lift me up to your bosom

My Father speaks now,
This is what He says of me,
This child will be a light,
A joy and beautiful peace.

Like my Son, who came,
Is this child in my image,
Take him to you now,
Do not kill this gift from me.

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Do you hear them speak anything to you??

Poem - The Breath of Life

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.