Abortion is the perfect example of how evil works under the false light of deception. ‘A woman’s right,’ said so righteously and proud. Defiance. Laws. Such a warped combination where laws side with wrong.

Interesting thought for anyone reading the ramblings of a true monster: If one can fully put their mind and belief into something they totally are against to find some common ground and yet still make a decision without offense while the other party can only see their way…which way is a better, more civilized, more logical stance? To see both sides or to only take one side?

Very few people who embrace abortion, or any other topic of debate, could ever even ‘consider’ another point of view while those who are vehemently against abortion could ever ‘consider’ another point of view.

The whole, ‘right’ or ‘wrong’.

It really is so simple. The black. The white. The grey. And one day, it will all become the color, clear. So clear and pristine one could taste the sweetness and smell the purity.

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Now, inspired by a simple eatery with a car  parked outside, covered in road dust, that I saw today. On this car was scrawled the word, ‘mommy’. Strange? Not at all, and very fitting for the topic of life as life really is all that matters. Without life, there would be no death. With life there is creation. With creation there is an abstract word called, hope…

Now, as what i am is of no real importance and there is nobody that understands such things, but i can understand all, no matter how good or evil they are. Thankfully God has blessed this creature with the ability to discern so much… and one thing i really really really know, is the humor of God. And believe me when i say, it sure is an amazing reality.

Now, since i’ve also been blessed with being able to write as I see fit, a poem for today, for the owls clamoring outside my window, for the scared mice, the little birds, the crickets, mountains, tree’s, world. A world where it sometimes touches my world.

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swimming beneath water roiling with wave and whisper                                                                deep full where there exists nothing, nothing more                                     than                                          empty                 and  yet, above the horizon

seated behind seclusion

            far from                                     graveled                                 grit                     there was

light…

 

Soft pillared                                                 glow                                   with              a tint of drama tethered mentor

wondering?

a mother perhaps, or a little bird?

(silence)

 

In a word, God, a God who’ s name is neither mother or father… above a world of ocean wave and horizons. Above a world of nations where there are brothers and sisters.

It is in the Word that God smiles as only God can smile

Lifting a finger to provide pulse with something so very precious and tender.

 

 

Now, above the waves and before any mountains or horizons. Maybe?

Maybe hope exists for mankind… yet so little and fragile. So temporary and short. With danger at every turn. And evil? How to survive when the Evil itself smiles?

Faith?                             Trust?                                Life?

 

still, still heart turns to beating when the light shines above

as God touches gently

knowing God’s love for children

even

for such a monster

 

alone, aloof, alive

swimming the deep waters in the refraction’s  of Life.