End of a Blossom
Human rights begin when human life begins.
Visions of ice, covering the heart of life; child sacrifice, the brutal ancient rite.
Demons of desire never fulfill. The fruit of their pleasure, devoured by a pill.
A choice. A lie. An agenda so sly. America can’t hide. Fumes of death to the sky.
Origins in a deep shelter and shade, life’s nourishing garden becomes a grave.
Where there is creation, no love.
Where there should be nurture, none.
Where life should still grow - it’s done.
Practitioners of poison inflict the pain. Loss of life is the blood industry’s gain.
No summer or fall, long winter, brief spring.
Birds head south, before they could sing.
Never sunlight to see. Never to climb a tree. Never to run free.
Rejected, but accepted by the One rejected most.
Forgiving, because he knows the One forgiving most.
Faced with this choice, or one already made, what of the guilt and shame?
Look to the Creator and the healing He can give.
Turn the tide toward justice, and let life live.