WHO --- ME?
And the Lord said, "GO"
And I said, "Who, me"
And He said, "Yes, you."
And I said, "But I''m not ready yet,
And there is company coming. And I can't leave my kids.
And you know there's no one to take my place."
And He said, "You're stalling."
Again the Lord siad, "GO"
And I said, "But I don't want to."
And He said, "I didn't ask if you wanted to."
And I said, "Listen. I'm not the kind of person
To get involved in controversy. Besides, my family won't like it.
And what will the neighbors think?
And He said, "Nonsense".
And yet a third time the Lord said, "GO"
And I said, "Do I have to?"
And he said, "Do you love me?"
And I said, "Look, I''m scared. People are going to hate me
and cut me up into little pieces. I can't take it all by myself."
And He said, "Where do you think I'll be?"
And the Lord said, "GO"
And I sighed.
"Here I am - send me.
For the day I no longer burn with love,
Many others will die in the cold."
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CHOICE
by Lesa Henderson
I am the breath of life,
A hint of hope
With heartbeat and mind
a future promise, not to be.
But the question is more than
to be or not to be,
I have a soul,
and am all that is precious, innocence and joy.
Yet, I will die before I have lived life full.
I will not see the world,
beyond my mother's womb,
I was given the gift of life by God;
it will be taken from me by man.
I am too helpless to protest this injustice.
I am called choice,
but what choice am I given?
I am a life, unbelieved to be a life..
I am a preborn child.
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A MEDIATION by Cardinal Spellman
God has created me to do Him some definite service:
He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another.
I have my mission -- I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told in the next.
I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons.
I shall do good.
I shall do His work.
I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending it - if I do but keep His commandments.
Therefore, I will trust Him,
Whatever, whenever I am.
I can never be thrown away.
If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him:
In perplexity, my perplexity may serve him:
If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him.
He does nothing in vain.
He knows what He is about.
He may take away my friends,
He may throw me among strangers,
He may He may make me feel desolate,
Make my spirits sink,
Hide my future from me --
Still, He knows what He is about.
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REPEAT IT OFTEN ENOUGH
by Ricardo Carlos Dittmer
Tell me again
How this is not a life:
This beating heart
This working brain
That this should be regarded as tissue.
Tell me again
How there is no identity.
Though there are finger prints
On her hands, as she sucks
her thunb.
So serene. So innocent. So unaware.
Tell me again
How this is just a choice
It is a given right.
It is a private matter
The silencing of the weakest voice.
Tell me again
How too many are born poor.
How many are neglected
How helping them
Is not allowing them the luxury of life.
Tell me again
How this is all just politics.
Us versus them
Left versus right.
And politics has nothing to do with life.
Tell me again
How one group would never
Subjugate Never annihilate
Another group just because they are
weaker.
Tell me aagin.
Because what I see now
Looks too cruel
Looks like death
And I can't see it any other way.
