Today is the annual March for Life in Washington, D.C. It is winter in the U.S., and quite cold and snowy outside; and, yet, the people will march for the most vulnerable in our Land: unborn children.
There must be an end to legalized abortion in America.
We need to, again, see the real underdog among us: unborn children; and create laws that guard and protect them.
Long ago, G.K. Chesterton heard alarming talk in England about legalizing abortion, and wrote a poem to give a voice to the unborn. It is poignant, and expresses the hopes of each unborn child; the hope of living on this earth, on living in this veritable Fairyland:
By The Babe Unborn
If trees were tall and grasses short,
As in some crazy tale,
If here and there a sea were blue
Beyond the breaking pale,
If a fixed fire hung in the air
To warm me one day through,
If deep green hair grew on great hills,
I know what I should do.
In dark I lie; dreaming that there
Are great eyes cold or kind,
And twisted streets and silent doors,
And living men behind.
Let storm clouds come: better an hour,
And leave to weep and fight,
Than all the ages I have ruled
The empires of the night.
I think that if they gave me leave
Within the world to stand,
I would be good through all the day
I spent in fairyland.
They should not hear a word from me
Of selfishness or scorn,
If only I could find the door,
If only I were born.
And, the babies speak to us today: of their longing to live, of their longing to live on this earth.
May we do all that we can, in our own spheres of influence, to promote the values of life: to love babies and children; to value marriage, and family life.
Let us unite our Rosaries with the March today.
Let us ask Our Lady to help our beautiful Land to become, once again, a safe place for the unborn.
May God bless your day, and weekend.
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~Image: March for Life, 2018.
