Today many folks tend to think logic is sane and our hearts are not worthy of trust.
Some think that the mind can logically judge when and how to kill an unborn baby.
In our hearts we would NEVER want to kill a full grown babe.
But what does the mind tell us? Killing unborn is keeping down population problems?
Since that seems logical, we rationalize that killing an unborn is fine at a given point in time.
We think that it’s not a baby but we know deep in our hearts it’s still a creation of life.
If an unborn has the potential to be like one of us, why do we kill it before it has a chance?
An unborn was stopped today from becoming a life! Now is that right?
Sleep tight and sleep good tonight thinking that these souls could be part of a master plan.
Sleep tight, sleep good tonight even though these souls are on our bloodstained hands
We cannot sit anymore and watch all this blood and gore go on forevermore!
Perhaps we can. Yes, just let the killing continue and call it killing on demand.
What have we done to our Lords glorious plan? We ignored Him and turned our faith to man?
Man thinks with the mind and not the heart. This planned persecution was wrong right from the start.
Amen!
Father could you ever forgive us?
For we know what we have done but somehow we have become so numb.
2015, John Michael Domino
All life is precious. But there are checks and balances in nature that will happen, especially if we allow our population to continue to grow until we obliterate life that sustains us through our ignorance and precious humanity. We've always been killers, foisting our religion and our ideology as we go off to war and kill a lot of civilians – simply collateral damage.
Yesterday I rode on Metrolift with Bobby, a teenager with cerebral palsy who was alone in his wheelchair, kicking his shoes off in spasms and drooling. He was delivered to a private school and pushed inside by an attendant. From the difficulties that I have sometimes, I can't imagine what his life must be like. But I'm sure his parents were well-meaning when they allowed him to be born. Now, they are struggling to try to meet their son's growing needs as he grows older.
Ron
hug
Kathy
This poem reminded me of a song by Ray Boltz. Its called "What Was I Suppose to Be." If you hadn't heard it I listened to it on You Tube. It speaks volumes and so does your poem.
Love and blessings,
Linda
So who suffers? We just kill a kid and forget our morals. Now that's the truth. Any comments???
Love ya!
Jane
I could never judge them...I know they have to live with their
decisions, I don't know what was going on in there lives and
remember, John we are not here to judge...God is the judge!
Always,
Deborah