All the gold and jewels
on Earth
are not worth
the life behind the eyes,
the smile
of a single nameless unborn child.
Ponder on the
cosmic question,
When does life
begin on Earth?
Sparks start flying
at conception.
Only crying
starts at birth..
Birth is just
a change of place,
a tiny voyage,
a maiden flight.
It's not important
where you are,
but when your soul
is filled with light.
More than flesh and bone
beyond the now and then
there is life inside of her
reaching far and far again.
If she were glass,
and all could see
the starlit child
inside of her,
who here could hurl
first rock or rod
against this living
child of God.
Infanticide
by any name
takes a human life.
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