The Life Dream

I dreamt I was in a church, I was walking up to the candlelit altar. There were clergy garbed in vestments, whether they were Catholic or Episcopal, I don't recall. A mourning Mass was about to begin. I approached an open small mahogany coffin, an infant lost to abortion was lying in it, instead of the bassinet it deserved to be born into. I placed my hand tenderly on the lacy-robed babe. Suddenly, the baby stirred and came to life, gently cooing as many babies do. The Life Dream, sweet omnipresent Christ, our prayers for unborn and born children. Your infants of the ages, of the earth's mother's receiving bosoms. Our sorrows become our joys, we saved through Your grace- more of Your precious ones today. ~