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He Who Never Was

Recently I read a testimony given to the Supreme Court in favor of abortion. The woman was not ready to be a mother--she had other plans. She is thankful for her abortion because in her eyes, she has accomplished much good in the world. Accomplishments that she felt would have been impossible had she become a mother. Her story broke my heart.
The night or two before reading this post, Dr.Ravi Zacharias spoke at my church and posed a thought that stuck with me--(my paraphrase) what if some of the answers to the world's problems were going to come through the people that were never given the chance to be born?
That thought coupled with the woman's story inspired me to write the following poem.

He Who Never Was

He could have been a doctor, a lawyer or entrepreneur.
Made great advances in science, law or building more careers.
He could have been a great humanitarian,
The most benevolent benefactor ever  known-
Leaving a legacy of  many kindnesses shown.
He could have been a teacher, a diplomat or athlete extraordinaire.
The world shall never know
Because he was never given a chance to breathe air.

His mother had other plans, you see.
Plans too great to waste.
A child in her life would have caused her too much pain.
She needed to go on in life
Making her own way.
She had great plans to prosper
And help all the poor she encountered everyday.
So she traded his life for her's in a clinic up north somewhere.
In and out,
The doctors said, there's nothing to bemoan here.
Now you can pursue your dreams
 And we'll bury his purpose and destiny there.

It's my choice!
She yells defiantly at anyone who dares,
To mourn the loss of a baby who was, and is no longer here.

Your choice, indeed, to choose to give him life or not.
But what choice did he have,
Who with that little beating heart,
Could have changed the world with you
As your most valuable counterpart.

Oh dear woman,
You have been so misled.
To think that he was nothing of importance,
And tossed him away instead.
The title, the wealth and the notoriety might someday lose their charm;
But the legacy of the son who never was,
could have undone a world of harm.


It is true that a baby changes everything, but who says that that change has to be bad? This issue often becomes a political one but it really shouldn't be. It's an issue for the entire human race. It is not about the woman--it's really about the value of life inside her. Is it counted as valuable and worthwhile or simply an annoyance to be quickly and quietly discarded? That life inside the woman is a human life. It doesn't matter if you want to call it a baby or a fetus, the life is of human origin and as so, deserves a chance to be born.
Why continue to extinguish flames that could have brought so much more light?



Copyright (c) 2016, Maria S, 
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