February 14th, 2022 – I take a single white dried rose and place it on my window sill, then look out into the dense darkness that shrouds the morning dawn.
While today is the commercially promoted Day of Love, I am commemorating today as the Day of Sorrow.
It is a day of mourning the loss of innocence, hope, and the future for each new life that has been crushed, tossed in the garbage can, and methodically obliterated through political regimes, corrupt policies, and social pressures.
I’m grieving the stolen laughters and hugs that have been clinically shoved into a medical definition of “not viable fetus”. My heart is full of sorrow for the once beating hearts that have been silenced forever while life fades from their tiny hands that were once reaching for the future, and now lay limp and lifeless.
My heart breaks for the grieving mothers and fathers who will never touch the face of their child, who will never wipe a slobber, never hear the giggles and cries. I weep for the grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends who will never know the joy, the brilliance and friendship missed.
In some countries, there are memorial sites with thousands of tiny stone statues wearing pink or blue caps representing victims of forced abortions. In other regions, the defenseless are terminated and forgotten. And in some modern cities, the social pressures of condoning abortions have covertly suppressed the pain and the need to grieve.
Today is not a day for debating the legalities, rationalization, or justification of abortion and infanticide. Today is not the day to condone or condemn.
Today is the day to grieve the loss of life. Today is a day of mourning.
Today is the day to acknowledge loss, support the survivors, and comfort those who mourn. Today is the day to listen and pray for those with silenced pain and broken hearts.
My prayers are with the hurting. My deepest condolences are with the grieving.
Today is a day of sorrow.
Beautiful In Time 