Across
A moonlit glade
Went a maiden lowly
And her hair was glist'ning there
As she stepped, so
Slowly

Cry!
Cry!
Let bleed your heart
Whispered the rustling trees
Come to our feet, admit your defeat
Fall down upon your
Knees

Tears
Tears
Glide smoothly down
Drops of salted sorrow
She makes a sigh, the trees reply
Why wait until the
Morrow?

I hang stretched upon a naked tree
Pierced hands, pierced feet
Bleeding wounds -oh so many
A crown of thorns upon my head

About me stand my enemies
Laughing and deriding
Mocking me -but how I still love them
I created them each individually

Where is my God?
I am forsaken
Oh! How great are the sins on my soul!

Sins of which I am not guilty
A burden I took out of love

My children! I love thee!
My own! Come back to me!
Ah, how I thirst for souls!

“From the womb before the daystar I begot you.”
-Psalm 110: 3

Before I was born I was acknowledged;
In the mind of God I dwelt.
He planned my whole life, all that would happen,
And on my angel knees I knelt.

For some say we were angels before humans;
But then how can I tell?
I knew nothing, I remember nothing,
Only God knows what befell.

So then one day I came into being,
And human was now my guise.
Hidden in the womb of my own mother
God looked with love on me, His prize.

It's the rage of all the ages


it's the cry of all our hearts


it's the sin that drowns the beauty


tearing us apart

It's the ache we feel with silence

it's the voice that goes unheard


it's the times when we are troubled


it's the times we're not assured

It's the helpless little babies

it's the blessing never known


it's the line that needed drawing


it's the the love never shown

It's the heart that bleeds with longing


it's the times we're far away

(I wrote this after my first vigil outside an abortion clinic, this past Saturday...)

How did You, O God
Walk that rocky road?
With the worlds sin upon Your head
And hear the lies they told?

I wonder if you even thought
Once about Your pain
Or did You think of me, dear God
Of all my sin and shame?

Of all the steps You took
All for sin, and me
Every step – every pebble
Meant closer to Calvary.

How many times do we
Think of that each day
Excuses are all we give
Excuses are all we say.

What is morally objectionable for one person is morally objectionable for all. Subjective (or relative) morality is an error that was condemned by the Church a long time ago. Were it not so, then murder, rape, abortion, stealing, etc... would be sometimes morally permissible and some times not (depending upon the person). This of course is false.

The only room for an exception here is if a person (through ignorance) fails to see a problem with something that is objectively wrong due to an immature conscience which is not fully formed in the Catholic faith.