Please enjoy this reader submission on the topic of abortion entitled, An Innocent Dream. One of our loyal readers, Mr. Bob P., sent this in after reading some of the great pro-life poetry we featured last week from L.B. Strawn.
AN INNOCENT DREAM
There are some who believe that life begins
at the moment of conception,
while others will say not until the first breath,
what is true, and what’s deception.
And so they argue and disagree,
the battle has raged on over the years,
but through all the shouting and hostility,
there is one voice no one ever hears.
Please listen now and hear my voice,
I hoped one day to see the dawn,
but there were others who denied my right to live,
and because of them, I was never born.
If I could I would have pleaded,
or even fought, and have taken a stance,
but I was asleep and dreaming,
and never stood a chance.
Like many who came before me,
I was a victim of plans and schemes,
and the only way I could imagine life,
was in my unborn dreams.
I dreamed of many things to come,
in life throughout the years,
the love and joy, the sadness,
the laughter and the tears.
I dreamed of the vast and mighty ocean
gently touching the windswept shore,
fragrant meadows where flowers bloom,
an ice cream parlor, a candy store.
The splendor of the moon and stars,
the sun, the deep blue sky,
rolling hills and hidden valleys,
the majestic mountain high.
The wind, the rain , a summer breeze,
the spring alive, aglow,
the cold and silent winter night,
the gentle falling snow.
A brother and a sister,
how we run and jump and play,
Christmas joy and Halloween
and Independence day.
The birds, the trees and autumn leaves,
the early morning glory,
candy, soda pop, an ice cream cone,
a spooky bedtime story.
I look upon my mothers loving face
as she goes about her day,
but then I see her face again,
only now she turns away.
I see my father tall and strong,
proud I’ll bear his name,
I see him again, but only now
he bows his head in shame.
No mom and dad will hold me
now and show me that they care,
their hearts will not enfold me,
their love they will not share.
Safe, at peace, in blissful slumber
was where my heart resided,
until that dark and tragic day
when my fate had been decided.
It began with a looming shadow,
I screamed in pain and fear,
but my cries of help were silent,
no one was there to hear.
Never would I have the chance
to breath, to feel, to see.
A bloody mass of lifeless flesh
is what they’ve made of me.
For it was no happy home I slept in
within my mothers womb,
I know now that this place I loved
was nothing but a tomb.
Maybe it was best I had not been born
where hate and fear abound,
where innocence has lost its meaning
and love cannot be found.
And so it came to pass one day
my right to life was taken,
could it be that God created a world
He’d now forsaken.
For hope was gone, my dreams had ended,
emptiness took their place,
what terrible thing must I have done
to have fallen from His grace.
Father I cried out one last time,
but he did not answer me,
I was alone like some forgotten soul
adrift upon the sea.
Then suddenly the darkness faded
and a great light took its place,
I awoke and felt great peace,
and looked upon God’s face.
The angels and the heavenly host
sang out in praise and glory,
this wasn’t the end, but the beginning,
of an everlasting story.
No more hardship fear and pain,
never again alone,
for I had left a world of darkness
and now was finally home.
The Lord looked down with sorrow,
upon the world he’d made,
He spoke no word, but still I knew,
He had felt betrayed.
Sensing the Lord’s great anger,
I pleaded Father I beg of you,
have mercy and forgive them
for they know not what they do.
Some years later mom and dad
stood before a solemn Lord,
and listened as His mighty word
did pierce them like a sword.
Heavenly Father, they cried out,
we plead, please hear our voice,
but the Lord said “no, for you see,
I to have a choice”.
Written by Bob P.
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