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IT'S TIME TO KNOW
People are hurting, in self and in others:
A mother-less child and a child-less mother,
Bodily pain, and death-dealing emotion:
The sense of loss, with no healing lotion.
There's natural disaster, and war and crime,
So many lives crushed before their time:
Industrial accidents, and on highways too,
Where trysts with death are nothing new.
There's deliberate killing of the yet unborn,
When a living child, from the womb is torn.
But the other killings cost twice that price,
When killer is killed, by the toss of the dice.
This is our life, but it's not always well seen,
When awareness is blunted, and the senses lean
On this moment only, not on future or past,
As though there were neither a first nor a last.
Could things be different, or ever had been?
Would conditions improve if we acted as men
And wanted to change the dark-side of life,
By facing the truth and dissolving the strife?
Where is the "blueprint?" What's the design?
Are we rooted in evil, or in roots benign?
And what are we doing that adds to our woe?
It's time to ask! It's time we should know!
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HOLY INNOCENTS
Martyrs are those who pay the price
So that good, from evil, might entice
A vindication of our need for order
Against encroachments along its border.
Foul breath of evil, masked as good,
Reeks, unnoticed, as though it could
Become the atmosphere of every people,
Natural to us, as a church its steeple.
The downward slide of culture's norm
Seems never slowed by a mild reform.
Just as the pendulum stays its course,
So must evil's pattern spend its force.
To reverse this trend a stress must bear
In equal measure with the evil there,
When revulsion from its stinking stench
Calls a people, from its rot, to wrench.
When killing babies before they're born,
(From a healthy womb, a child is torn.)
Killers demand tribute from the nation,
While trashing the plan of God's creation.
Babies are martyrs to the need for shock
To awaken the people as to home some mock
The meaning of fairness to other men......
Can killing be stopped, though, even then?
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THE MOST IN BEAUTY
A breath-taking sunset, or a symphony of sound,
Are fainter in beauty than what can be found
In the smile of a child.
The highest of mountains, or the greenest of fields,
Fall short of the beauty which the human face yields
To the eyes of a child.
YOU are that child, in whose smile can be seen,
And whose eyes can perceive, you know what I mean,
The beauty of God!
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THE BIG QUESTION
Before our birth, for nine, long months,
We did not know the light of day,
Yet it was there!
What lies ahead as we depart this earth?
Is there still more life to live,
Or don't we care!
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