Never-Born

dedicated to all the beautiful boys and girls who are murdered daily due to the abortion genocide.

She was destined to shine,
Become a mother and wife,
The friend with the shoulder to cry on;
The kind of person you could rely on.

She was destined to dream,
To dream of big things;
The girl to change the world
With her smile alone
Accompanied by joyful songs,
A priceless pearl.

She was destined to bring hope
To a world full of hurt,
To hold a foreign hand,
To find the cure,
To mend a broken heart.

But she never got to shine -
Her light was never lit.
Beautiful dreams never dreamt,
Songs with no existence.
Remnants undistinguishable in a dumpster,
She was cut to pieces,
She was torn;
This precious life was never born.

Heaven.

It's got to be a beautiful place. If my God created things here such as the Grand Canyons, the vast mountains, the stretched beach shores, the seasons - each unique - the multitude of animals, insects, food, people, He must've made heaven into the most exciting, fascinating, breath-taking, spiritually-stimulating dwelling we can't even dream of!

I used to be afraid of heaven. I admit, I still am from time to time, when I try to imagine it. But it's the times on earth which take my breath away that I desire to see my Father, and sing to Him directly in His castle. It's in these moments my heart forgets all logic, all stereotypical views of God, all the odds and ends, all the details - and just melts. I know God brings me this moment as a reminder to trust, for heaven is what I search for here in this temporary dwelling, which I can't call home.