Tag: pro-life

Long Friendships

Long Friendships

If I know someone for a long period
Our relationship grants us a myriad
Of memories that no one sees.

These memories allow our minds to fuss
Over jokes that have long passed,
Though they shouldn’t last,
They’re still funny to us.

Over time, we’ve become closer friends,
Our beginnings and ends have stretched out.
The humanity found in a brother
Is known to each other.
It’s tempting to say your life is worth more
Than those dying for
The choice of their mother.



Your voice has strength in numbers.
Though it slumbers gaining power,
Your hour will come and the sum
Of your voices will redefine
The power of mine.



I couldn’t help but look and think oddly,
He was a man trapped in a woman’s body.

This was when he was younger, obviously not now.
Now he was a grown man that somehow
Found the strength to stand up and share
That he had been stuck in there
For nine long months, unprotected on this earth
Until his mother gave birth, giving him worth.

God’s Choice

God’s Choice

Jesus was hanging out upside down and wet
Long before the blood and sweat
Went splintering through eternity
In hopes that we would learn to see
The value of a person through this choice,
To start the savior’s life without a voice.

Advent: Waiting for a Baby’s Crying

Advent: Waiting for a Baby’s Crying

Tree lights twinkle, sprinkle joy inside my eyes,
Awaiting Christmas, when their lights will be out shown.
The joy illuminated by what we’ve anticipated
In the Son who comes to love us as His own.

This specialized event of grace, renewing every year,
That allows us to displace the race for packages and hear
A baby’s cry that saves the world so we can celebrate
The birth of One who’s in the womb this advent while we wait.

We Don’t Grill Babies

We Don’t Grill Babies

After stuffed animals and baby dolls were shown,
As exhibitions of my son’s playing.
It’s likely my voice contained a confused tone
At the wonder of what I was saying.

My son was grilling dinner on the ottoman, it
Took me a moment but I thought a minute
And after rationalizing “yeses”, “Nos” and “Maybes”,
I came up with, “we don’t grill babies.

You can grill animals ‘till your heart’s content
But a baby who does not consent
Cannot be cast on the flames of a grill.
To be disposed of at your will.

In fact, a baby who does consent cannot be killed
Simply because the two of you willed
It to be so.  Human life contains value.
So grill a tasty animal pal you’d
Like to eat instead
Of pretending the babies are dead.”

My wife gave me a smirkey smile from the other chair,
Loving me and the words I chose to share
With our three year-old who was grilling
Babies that no one should be killing.