Tiny child, by your parents torn apart,
I wish I could hold you in my arms; not my heart.
Unloved, unprotected, not held by loving hands;
Your demise is cheered on and upheld in this land.
Unloved, unwanted, torn and abused:
Cast aside for selfish pleasure, broken; confused.
They pursued their own lust and chased after their pleasure,
Not facing their sins but removing their treasure.
Unable to live with the guilt of their sin,
They kill, leaving room to do it again.
Deaf to the cries of their tiny child;
They live on, cocky, self-righteous, and wild.
Death pays for their freedom to live and to love.
They will face judgement for that from above.
Sins for which only death will atone;
Hardened hearts are yet turned to stone.
Whether forgiven or charged for their crimes,
The death knoll still sends its echoing chimes.
Millions sacrificed for promiscuous freedom;
Yet, mocking, they look back at the sin of Edom.
Standing out on the streets in front of an abortion clinic is a sober calling, but a calling just the same. I cringe at the mockery and hate shown to us as we hold our signs and pray. The hardness of the hearts of those people is appalling, but what is even more appalling is the thought that that could be me. By God's grace I am on the sidewalk in front, not the waiting room inside. I don't see myself as better because of that, I see myself as blessed. If any of you ever happen to drive by a clinic and see people outside holding signs I hope that your thought is not "Look at those hateful bigots out there, trying to tell us how to live our lives." But I hope that instead you think, "Those people care. I'm glad they're out there praying and talking to people." I'm not a bigot. I'm not a hater. Maybe I am sexist. I don't know. What I do know is that I love the truth with a passion that will not be quenched by the mocking laughs and the hateful names, or even by the people that flip me off. My God is greater than the selfish lust that drives those people on, and I will not be moved. My prayer is that God will soften the hard hearts and give me a spirit of grace and love. I want to make a difference in this world. I want my light to shine so bright that people stand in awe of the one True Light; Christ. I want them to see Him in me.
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Aww thank you!!!
*Does a happy dance all around the room* because you just made my day. Thanks again!
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
This was beautiful
I just went to the Walk for Life in San Francisco and I saw a lot of the hatred towards those who defend the helpless innocents who cannot speak for their own lives. It is one of the highest callings, Damari, doing what you're doing. Well done and I praise God that there are still and always will be people like you.
The poem was fantastic too!
'I wish I could hold you in my arms; not my heart.'
Gorgeous and super touching. Good job!
When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.
Aww thank you!
A few years ago God put it into my heart to minister in this field. I have a passionate love for children and for life in general and I feel like this is a calling that I cannot ignore without greatly sinning against my God and my conscience.
Thank you so much for your encouraging words! I'm so glad that you commented. :)
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
Very strong message, and your
Very strong message, and your word choice was strong. I can see that your writing has improved, and continues to do so! My only critique would be that three or four lines fall from your rhythm--they are perhaps needing a syllable or two to correct that. Oftentimes, I'll tap on something with my hand while reading a poem aloud to find where I'm lacking rhythm. That's just a suggestion! Here's a line, for example:
They do not hear the cry of their child,
I think this needs at least another syllable to pace it correctly; otherwise, you're fantastic!
Aww thank you!!! Funny, I
Aww thank you!!! Funny, I usally tap my fingers, too. :)
That particular line has been grating on me, as well as the others. I was, in fact, just looking at how I could change that this morning. I will look at it again right now before I forget.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
Damari!
This is so beautiful and poignant! I really love the strong words and imagery. I can feel your passion and emotions in each line. I have one suggestion to for one line: Where you say "Death pays for their freedom to live and to love.
They will face judgement for that from above." Perhaps it would flow better if you added the word "up" before "above" so it would read : "Death pays for their freedom to live and to love.
They will face judgement for that from up above." Just a suggestion :)
As for your calling, I think that is so wonderful! So many people don't have the courage to do what you do and I commend you for following what you feel called to do! I will pray that God will use you mightily in your endeavors!
P.S. I feel so terrible about not getting around to editing your story! I still intend to do it, it is just that work has been so crazy for a while now that I barely have time to eat and sleep, let alone do anything else! I hope you can forgive me! I still would love to edit it as I find the time if you are still willing to wait (perhaps a while!) for me to do so.
Blessings to you!
"Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12
:)
Thank you so much, dear!
And no worries, I've been crazy busy but I HAVE slowly been working on completely rewriting both A Strong Faith and Greater Love. I'm experimenting with a few things and over-all working toward my original end goal for them; being a novel. :) it's going slower than I would like but I've had a friend helping me look over for showing versus telling. And just encouraging me to press on. :) hopefully I'll have a first chapter up in a few months.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
:)
Its a great calling, Damari.
Your writing has so improved! Ah! It was a pleasure to read this poem for its actual structure and words, not just its message. Great work.
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh