Pro Life
Pro Life
Miracle Man Thoughts
2/11/2022
A bonnet of darkness shrouds the room,
and In early mornings hush I sit alone,
dredging names and images from my past.
While picking through scraps of colorless dreams,
I endeavor to match names to faces,
crowded out by thoughts God has placed before me.
The homeless person that has no passion,
The grateful sparrow that begs for cornbread crumbs,
And the fetus that some other has decided
will never have a life story to tell.
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