LIFE DIES, LOVE CRIES
While my heart does bleed For new life never born My mind does heed The pain of a mother torn The decision to forestall Life's seed to full bloom Is a powerful anguish of hellish gloom How alone mother must feel To be faced with the choice To usurp God's authority that unborn life be divorced Yes, there are those who make This decision in ignorance Whose morality is nil With no remorse or revulsion But I believe that spirits Of benevolent souls Women faced with this dilemma In their hearts have holes... Who could know this ultimate penitence suffered in lonely darkness Calling on God for forgiveness Any sympathetic conscience that might understand... And continue to carry day to day, night after night The guilt and shame and personal reprimand Thou shalt not judge But try to empathize Your sister's 'sin' Is not yours to chastise Copyright 2016 Regi Taylor All Rights Reserved
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Regi Taylor
Regi Taylor is an author, journalist, artist, and sculptor with an extensive background marketing, public relations, advertising, branding and merchandising. He’s had hands-on experience as a former Newark, New Jersey City Councilman’s aide. The married father of four young adult children has achieved notable artistic accomplishments as an artist associated more with social commentary than with art for art’s sake, earning citations in the U.S. Congressional Record. .
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