In the Hands of the Pitiless
(Dedicated to all unborn brothers and sisters in Christ)
And the wind has brought
Yet another grievous thought,
Thinking of the tiny babe
With no proper burial place.
Unknown, unnamed and betrayed...
Instead of being a cherished fruit, the helpless babe
Came to be a tortured slave.
Instead of being tenderly embraced in arms
Had known the horror and gruesomeness
Of her mother's crimes.
Mutilated and desecrated, the precious babe
Who has not found a welcoming place,
Unwelcome in her mother's heart,
Found untimely, merciless death,
Treated and disposed of as a thing
With her inestimable soul within...
A refuse heap as her burial place,
Found no earthly warm place
With a forgotten, battered face.
In her short time had known only
Other's brutal rejection and crime.
And the wind has brought
Yet another too disturbing thought...
- dorothy Kardas Psy.D. Th.D.'s blog
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Heart Wrenching Poem
Dear Dr. Kardas, This poem speaks for the billions of tiny human babies that have been murdered through abortion and "medical" diabolic inventions. I found it powerfully written and inspired from ABOVE. We can not possibly speak enough against this evil, yet why do we allow it to continue??? The world needs more courageous individuals like yourself, who speak for the voiceless and defenseless. We found it difficult to read without tears, but we offer them for those mothers who are carrying GOD'S SPECIAL GIFT in their womb, to remember whose baby it REALLY is. God bless you in your work...truly an inspiration for ALL of us. +++
Befitting Tribute for the Unborn!
Change of tone and emotion is amazing. Indeed, tugs at the heartstrings of the reader. God bless you for your outpouring of support for the tiny, helpless babes who are killed by degradingly "UN"human choice. (The worst crime that can be committed against one's neighbor). A TRUE CLASSIC!