Read & Weep:
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Ballad of the Unborn
My shining feet will never run
On early morning lawn;
My feet were crushed before they had
A chance to greet the dawn.
My fingers now will never stretch
To touch the winning tape;
My race was done before I learned
The smallest steps to take.
My growing height will never be
recorded on the wall;
My growth was stopped when I was still
Unseen, and very small.
My lips and tongue will never taste
The good fruits of the earth;
For I myself was judged to be
A fruit of little worth.
My eyes will never scan the sky
For my high-flying kite;
For when still blind, destroyed were they
In the black womb of night.
I’ll never stand upon a hill,
Spring’s winds in my hair,
Aborted winds of thought closed in
On motherhood’s despair.
I’ll never walk the shores of life
Or know the tides of time;
For I was coming but unloved,
And that my only crime.
Nameless am I, a grain of sand;
One of the countless dead,
But the deed that made me ashen grey
Floats on seas of red.
- Fay Clayton
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We remember with grief May 14, 1969,
the day that protection was removed from Canada's most helpless citizens; the day that the commandment "You shall not murder" was redefined and limited by a person's location, size, independance/usefulness, and "wantedness".
Our society is still (increasingly) suffering with the consequences now 40 years later with the increasing immorality and cheapening of all human life that this mentality has encouraged.
Let us plead for mercy from our Creator God, and not forget (or get too busy) to help those in trouble, protect & speak out for life in our everyday spheres of influence/contacts, as well as with our government representatives as the Lord still gives us freedom to - for the Name sake of His Son who gave His life for us.
