Her womb, no longer
A safe home for her child
A victim in that time,
Cries a silent cry and
In fear, he dies
As the invader mercilessly
Reaches out to him
Denying his right
Of the gift of life
He fights with all his might
By moving away
From the weapon
Of death in his short space
Until hopelessly
He dies in the hands of a doctor
Trained to save lives.
Evicted from his home
And forced out of the world
He will never see
Its light of day
His future, a thing of naught
Decided by his mother
Who will stand before His Creator
To give Him an account
Of the life of her child
That child could have been
The holy child in Mary’s womb
Uncertain and fearful
Of her world
For being a single mother.
But Mary stood the test
Of faith and carried
Her child to the end
Giving humanity
The Savior
A mother, who once
A child in the womb
Of her mother has
Denied life to her
Own child
Who was knitted together
And wonderfully created
By God the Author of life
With a future He determined
Before his birth,
Will have to answer why
When she stands before Him
Guilty as charged
To justify her action
In that space of time
Nothing is surer my friend
To a death of a nation
Than that of a child
Being denied his right
To life.
By Jacinta da Cruz Rodgers
Light from the Word 