If I can only save ONE....
If I Can Only Save ONE...
54 million and more..
Tiny hearts STOPPED.
No chance, no voice, no choice
Lungs that never learned to breathe, lips that never learned to speak.
You were our heroes of tomorrow. Our teachers and presidents, our ones who would finally cure cancer and stop AIDS.
You were a story yet unwritten, a life yet unlived.
She didn't know what to do-about you. She was so afraid. Afraid of the stares and glares the whispering and wondering...
She didn't know you were more than a
Surprise. Mistake. Accident.
She didn't know you were
Human. Formed by the fingers of God. Alive.
They told her you were only a ball of cells, nameless tissue, faceless FACT.
She bought the Lie.
Beating heart stopped. Breath stifled. Life GONE.
Blank Pages. Dramas, comedies, romances. Begun but never finished.
Your nameless father missed-bedtime stories, bubble baths, tiny fingerprints on windows looking out into a world ready to receive you with:
Muddy puddles and bugs
And ice cream.
She never got to feel your tiny fingers wrapped around hers. Your downy head never got to rest on her shoulder.
She never got to tell you why the sky is blue or
where the sun hides in the day
how birds fly
Do the angels know? Or do you have to ask God?
Do you ever touch His hands?
They made you, they formed you, they hold you:
Little sunbeam, that never shown, little seed never sown.
You are a treasure, a Dream.
I wish you could have Lived. And breathed. And laughed. And snuggled.
There were arms that would have held you, lips that would have kissed you.
Two hands to hold yours in the dark.
They lost their dream or could not have one
You could have been the Answer
to their prayers.
I am so SORRY. I wish that I could turn back time and change the law that started this Great
HOLOCAUST.
We fight for free choice, rights and voice and give you none.
They save the trees and pop cans
Cherish environment and forget that trees need climbers.
And swings and forts.
And pop bottles need
Thirsty little lips.
And the world needs children to teach us to hope and dream and believe in
God and
The way
The truth
And the LIFE.
Let me be your voice to a world that is
Deaf
Your eyes to a world that has gone
Blind.
Your pulse to
Hearts that have grown cold...or never knew the truth about you, precious
Unborn Baby.
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