Since today has been designated “Sanctity of Life Sunday” (and since I believe that applies to life at every stage), I offer this poem I recently wrote:
Reverence for Life
Abortion (for a choice-caused conception)
Senseless killing (is war ever necessary?)
Death penalties (where’s the capital in that?)
Euthanasia (euphemism for “Mercy Killing”)
Suicide (the traumatized need mercy)
Poisoning our food, air, water, soil, bodies…
Won’t we do what we can to minimize these?
Accepted and un-confronted, a culture of death
will affect who we are, alone and together
“Who and what do we want to be?”
Free, you say?
Where’s the freedom of the pre-born?
Is all fair in love and war, really?
What about “vengeance is mine”?
Too complicated politically to fix?
Are Justice-and-Mercy scales broke?
Is life not sacred? Is death escape?
Will crumbling foundations give way in revolt?
Or, as we’re breaking and remaking will we find
that we’re breaking ourselves against bedrock?
Then what and where and who will we be?
Art copyright Cladach Publishing