by Judith Alciatore
They pull the petals from the rose
With hearts of steel and stone
Not caring how the flower grows
For it is not their own
One by one, with practiced pride
They crush the flower’s head
Regarding not the life inside
The mother’s flower bed
Now the flower fades and dies
In silent agony
Only God will hear the cries
of spirits soon to be
Fragile flowers of our hearts
To Heaven you are bound
In memory as your souls depart
Rose petals on the ground
This poem came to me after the first time I saw pictures of aborted babies. God took the horror and grief I felt and gave me these Words. Thank You, Lord.
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