As Thread is to Needle, Prayer is to Heal

Jagged, ragged, torn to shreds

Tattered to shattered, worn through threads

Sewn into prayer, frayed into Christ

The weave of His shroud, such a loving entice

As thread is to needle, prayers are to heal

While life grabs and tears and rips in zeal

Prayers of love, leave not a shred of doubt

We are woven to Him, our life throughout

Thank God for those who’ve prayed today

More than once, the attempt to walk away

Healing prayers which mend the torn

Wrapped in Christ, the fabric of a life reborn4B9BC877-8786-4B14-AA05-64B0F50CF8CF

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Mother to Child, What Price Relief?

 

From what I have experienced in life, relief can be temporary but when desperate many of us “choose” to believe whatever we are told in order to relieve our panic, fear and pain.

I can not have a child today

The terror I feel, gone past dismay

In hopes my life, I will regain

There is a way, to relieve my pain

It’s “my right”, the choice I make

This child has come as a mistake

Overcome by panic from the start

I’m not a woman who has no heart

Relief offered, in hope to correct

An inconvenient truth, I choose to reject

The burden too heavy to carry alone

My child expendable, no need to atone

That’s what they tell me, while exploiting my fear?

Knowing full well, “what I need to hear”

I’m sorry child but you have no voice

“Our” reality comes through, in only “my choice”

Mercy in Regress

 

THE SOUND OF MERCY IN REGRESS

The voice of the voiceless

Beating for the right to life

Cultural objective directly opposed

Perspective lost in guilt or loud disdain

Drowned out, the already silent child

THE SOUND OF MERCY IN REGRESS

Insisting our right to choose

One life for another

Is it true that heartbeat is heard?

Life within a mothers womb

Silencing the right to life

THE SOUND OF MERCY IN REGRESS

Justification the weapon of choice

While protection be misguided

Hypocrisy contradicts compassion

Death opposes life cherished

Reaction chosen over response

THE SOUND OF MERCY IN REGRESS

Miracle

The miracles are coming

But they’ve been here the whole time

In the brokenness of spirit

Where He calls us each, His mine

The miracles are coming

In the peace where pain resides

Only His love remains constant

In Him alone I hide

The miracles are coming

Never alone I need to be

Praise God for His omnipotence

His gift of Son for Me

Soul Searching, where have all the unborn gone?

Jeremiah 1:5

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you”

Where have all the unborn gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the unborn gone?

All those many souls

Soul, comes within that first breath?

Upon the beating of our hearts?

Or is life forced through His breath?

From where each soul finds start

Conception to creation of soul

Our Father, He meant to be?

This I believe comes before 

What we are meant to see

I believe within that beating heart

Has already a soul been formed!!!!

The miracle has been performed

The Topic (non-topic) of Abortion

Abortion, a cultural and religious issue.  Abortion, a life and death issue.  Abortion, it’s all in how you look at it and I pray we do just that.  Abortion, an act of violence chosen in response to terror!!!!

Compassion, when we care enough to listen and counsel.  Compassion, when we can love beyond our fear for self and into another.  Compassion, the pride of righteousness is replaced with the solution of life.  Compassion, Gods gift to respond to another not merely react to their pain.

Hypocrisy, when we shout down each other for shouting down each other.  Hypocrisy, when the bullied becomes the bully.  Hypocrisy, when we profess to be the champion for the less fortunate yet choose the more convenient way, in hopes to silent the already silent problem.  Hypocrisy, who can scream the loudest while victimizing the victim wins the argument.

I pray we look beyond the right to choose

Deligently, research why and what we have to loose

I think we get so caught up in the act of fight

That we know not what, the true plight

Sometimes we’re quick to judge another

Flaunt our righteousness in protection of sister/brother

Arguments screamed in high volume

In the hopes that doing so, the agenda you must consume

The fight to right the injustice to all?

Loses it’s merit when discussion. not brought to call

Roseanne set the Barr

Thank you for bravely, sharing your commitment and your willingness to not let your political-opinion be used to define you.

Thank you for your honesty and suggestion we should continue encouragement to meet in the middle and start the discussion, is much appreciated.  Please tell us where to watch more discussion and please some Roseanne sarcasm , it’s honest humor is so refreshing.

Thank you Mr Hannity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I Were In Charge

IF I WERE IN CHARGE;

Three out of the four seasons would be summer.  Spring would be allowed only because it works its way into summer.

The workweek would consist of Monday, Friday, Wed, Friday to be followed up with Friday of course!

You could still buy a Look candy bar for a nickel.

Prayer would not only be allowed in school, it would be a course of study.

Every city would have at least one drive-in movie with a concession stand fully stocked with bon-bons and popcorn drenched in so much butter “you could shake a stick at it”.  (By the way, if I was in charge you’d have to laugh now, cause that’s some funny stuff.)

I could always find my car in a crowded parking lot, instead of looking like a lost old lady when I can’t.

There would be more ice cream trucks to chase down and every one of them would offer a senior discount.

If I was in charge, less lemonade, more pretty centerpieces

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Abortion

The poem was written, from my own frustration.  Hard to stomach sometimes what I  hear and see in regards to abortion.  I cringe when I hear a man in front of a camera willing to use this subject to perhaps further his own gain.  It deeply saddens me when women scream at women, shutting each other down.  Abortion is such an ugly thing, so ugly I think it forces us to ugliness.  Back against the wall most of us will pull out justification, blame and judgement to overcome our fear, sadness and what eventually becomes loss of self.

 

Fists pounded, screams cried

Vicious attacks, no longer denied

I demand the “right to choose”

Don’t dare discuss the child to loose

Why is it, we don’t talk to one another?

When comes the choice, not to mother

I fiercely proclaim, “my right” is right!

Life and death, painfully evolves into fight

But the loss involves more than just a voice

Compassion seems, not part of the choice

For the voiceless child, where is the concern?

Separation of child from parent, how to discern?

Protests screamed, don’t dare “rip” that child from mother’s arm’s

Message inconsistent, when the voiceless we’re willing to harm!!!!

Can we not consider, the possibility we’re failing each other

As demands produce loss,  innocence cry as if to be smothered

Truth Be Told

Written from the perspective of an old woman, who remembers the terrified teenager that sat anxiously waiting for her turn on the abortion table.

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer solution, without destroying another
Anything please, than to abort me as mother
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not up for abuse
The remnant of child, kept silent as part of the ruse
Not to be caught in agenda, as death is proposed
Compassion means more when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Honesty please, when is the rhythm of heartbeat on turn
The objective is not lost, the lines not a blur
The expedient death of child should not be the cure