I don’t trust the vessel,
an embodiment of evil,
the most unchristian man
that I ever have seen;
but how can I claim,
to love God, to be a Christian,
when the sanctity of life, each life,
is held in the balance…
Every life worthy, important,
a gift of the Creator,
at the moment of conception,
a soul pulled from the Guf,
called, commissioned,
created, molded, within
their mother’s womb,
waiting to be born…
With each ending, a termination
before their beginning
a life unborn, cut down,
an unfulfilled calling,
an unmet purpose,
part of God’s plan, lost, cut down,
a choice made, free will,
but not of God…
A hard place to stand, to anchor,
based on my own convictions, the law,
a struggle between God and free will,
a sense that I should not tell another,
the choices they should make,
the pain they would suffer
if choice were taken from them
but grieving for the fate of innocent life…
Giving immense power, authority,
to one so utterly broken, bereft,
of any moral character, vile,
a fount of lies, of grievances,
so unlike our Savior,
so unworthy a leader
the worst our country can offer,
the protector of innocent life…
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Written and posted October 8, 2024
The Sanctity of Life
Typed October 16, 2024
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an embodiment of evil,
the most unchristian man
that I ever have seen;
but how can I claim,
to love God, to be a Christian,
when the sanctity of life, each life,
is held in the balance…
a gift of the Creator,
at the moment of conception,
a soul pulled from the Guf,
called, commissioned,
created, molded, within
their mother’s womb,
waiting to be born…
before their beginning
a life unborn, cut down,
an unfulfilled calling,
an unmet purpose,
part of God’s plan, lost, cut down,
a choice made, free will,
but not of God…
based on my own convictions, the law,
a struggle between God and free will,
a sense that I should not tell another,
the choices they should make,
the pain they would suffer
if choice were taken from them
but grieving for the fate of innocent life…
to one so utterly broken, bereft,
of any moral character, vile,
a fount of lies, of grievances,
so unlike our Savior,
so unworthy a leader
the worst our country can offer,
the protector of innocent life…
Written and posted October 8, 2024
The Sanctity of Life
Typed October 16, 2024
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