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Thanksgiving Poem

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Thanksgiving Poem

Thank you for the friends you give
Thank you
For the life we live
Even though we might complain
Thank you
Even for the pain
That helps us to a deeper love
Thank you
For the stars above
For the green that fills all life in Spring
Thank you, God
For Everything!

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Gospel Lk 14:15-24

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Gospel Lk 14:15-24
One of those at table with Jesus said to him,
“Blessed is the one who will dine in the Kingdom of God.”
He replied to him,
“A man gave a great dinner to which he invited many.
When the time for the dinner came,
he dispatched his servant to say to those invited,
‘Come, everything is now ready.’
But one by one, they all began to excuse themselves.
The first said to him,
‘I have purchased a field and must go to examine it;
I ask you, consider me excused.’
And another said, ‘I have purchased five yoke of oxen
and am on my way to evaluate them;
I ask you, consider me excused.’
And another said, ‘I have just married a woman,
and therefore I cannot come.’
The servant went and reported this to his master.
Then the master of the house in a rage commanded his servant,
‘Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town
and bring in here the poor and the crippled, the blind and the lame.’
The servant reported, ‘Sir, your orders have been carried out
and still there is room.’
The master then ordered the servant,
‘Go out to the highways and hedgerows
and make people come in that my home may be filled.
For, I tell you, none of those men who were invited will taste my dinner.'”

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Voiceless Voices

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Voiceless Voices

We read many books and attend the finest Universities,
We receive a paper stating we’ve been sufficiently
Saturated with determinism,
We delude ourselves into thinking
Our heresies and blasphemies are fresh;
But when considered deeply,
They’re the same old, worn out protests and delineations,
Expressed repeatedly
Throughout the millennia,
And proven lacking time and again,

The modern thinkers
And contemporary ideologists proclaim:
“It’s my body and I have the right to choose
To abort my own baby if I want to”.
Is this what our generations search for truth has come to?
Is this what we now offer to the future of humanity?
Freedom to terminate en masse?

I have to ask,
What about the baby within you?
What are her rights?
Is it because she doesn’t have a voice
That she is denied life?
Who among us has stood up for the voiceless voices,
Of the helpless ones?
Of those terminated for the sake of comfort
Convenience and the materialism of “this is all there is-ism’?
Who among us has stood up for the defenseless
As is our sacred obligation?
Who of us has turned a blind eye and a blind heart?

We congratulate each other, clinking our glasses
For being so open minded and forward thinking,
So compassionate to women,
So progressive, donned with our intellectual accouterments,
We flaunt our wisdom with extra letters behind our name,
But we only show the world
And the children of tomorrow how ignorant our generation is,
And how susceptible we are to media, secular conditioning, and propaganda,
Revealing to posterity our stubbornness and hardness of heart,
With impudence,
And in the face of truth.

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Silence In America

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Silence In America

All the indoctrination establishments
Agree and promote it,
In education, grade school to graduate,
Culture, government, politics, the media,
Even progressive religious institutions,

They make it all sound so nice,
Duped by the half-truth, by popular slogans,
Being “pro choice” sounds so tolerant,
So enlightened
The opinion of the “In-crowd”
So advanced, so open minded,
So free thinking and progressive,
So in alignment
With the true powers
That pull the purse strings
In the New World Order;
Or what I call The New World Imprisonment
Or enslavement,

They stand at the podium,
Fist raised to the sun,
With the emotionally charged proclamation,

“Every woman has a right to control her own body.”
Or, “This is my body,”
Ironically
The same statement the priest makes
When he hold’s the body of Christ up
Before the congregation during Holy Eucharist,

This sounds so wonderful!
Who could oppose such a right?

But the unborn child is not like
A liver or a pancreas,
An unborn child is a new, unique, individual
And genetically distinct being,
What they try to pass for a rallying cry
Is merely a sham,
The travesty of abortion is worse than slavery,
Another sin we are still paying for
And will continue to pay for,

May we stop deceiving ourselves and each other
Once and for all?
May we stop believing
In superficial, half-baked lies?
Can we begin repentance and healing
For ourselves and each other?

Can we begin to end the silence, ignorance
And obstinance in today’s America?

In today’s America, where fifty-three million abortions have been performed
Since Roe v. Wade in 1973,

Where the number of American babies killed by abortion each year
Is more than the number of military deaths
In the history of the United States,

Where eighty-six percent of all abortions
Are done for the sake of convenience,

Where forty-one percent of all New York City pregnancies
End in abortion,

Where fifty-two percent of all African-American pregnancies end in abortion,

Where approximately three thousand Americans lost their lives on 9/11,
And every single day, more than three thousand American babies are killed by abortion,

Where Margaret Sanger,
Champion of women’s rights and founder of Planned Parenthood once said,
“The most merciful thing that a family does to one of its infant members is to kill it,”
And, “Birth control must lead ultimately to a cleaner race.”

Where, guided by ultrasound,
The abortionist grabs the baby’s legs with forceps,
The baby’s leg is pulled out into the birth canal,
The abortionist delivers the baby’s entire body, except for the head,
The abortionist then jams scissors into the baby’s skull,
The scissors are then opened to enlarge the skull,
The scissors are removed and a suction catheter is inserted,
The child’s brains are sucked out, causing the skull to collapse,
The dead baby is then removed and thrown into the toxic waste bin
Or sold to scientists for study and parts,

In America, where all of this is endorsed by the government,
Condoned by the President (Obama) and his wife
And all of those who praise partial birth abortion
As a women’s right to choose
All the way to the Supreme Court,

In today’s America,
Dogs and ferrets have more rights
Than children in the womb;
Have a better chance at survival
And are more loved,

I’m sick of silence,
I’m sick of my own silence,
I’m exhausted by the subterfuge;
By the perpetual bombardment of deceitful indoctrination,
Drained by all these pseudo glorified saviors claiming
They are preserving the rights of women,
Let’s call a spade a spade for once,
If not for the people of today,
Then for the children of tomorrow,
It’s not a matter of politics, or rationalism, or logic, or even democracy,
It’s a matter of truth,

Let me be an advocate
For the silent ones,
The ones who cannot speak or defend themselves,
The ones who are easiest to take advantage of,
Let them call me a sexist, a chauvinist pig, a misogynist,
Let them stereotype me as a religious extremist
Or a right wing radical,
Guess what? I could care less,
I know who I am, and what I am,
And I don’t fit into any of their convenient little ideological compartments,
I’m tired of pandering to indignant, self righteous feminists,
I’m well beyond their spineless acquiescence
And their acrobatic perversion of righteous intent,
I’m bored by their misguided compassion
And their seld-centered propaganda,
I now see through the entire sham
With a preternatural clarity,

Let it be established on my permanent record,
Let me be counter-cultural,
Let them ban my writings from children,
Let them report me to Homeland Security,
Let me be denounced, derided, humiliated, silenced,
But let me be crystal clear,
I am against the horror of abortion,
Not just because it violates life itself,
But because it violates the intrinsic nature and health of woman,
And destroys her,

God comes to us,
Waits for us,
Makes excuses for us,
Let’s us get away with murder,
With patience and mercy beyond compare,
But there is also God’s justice,

Jesus asks us to see him in everyone,
In every soul,
Both woman and man, young and old,
From the perfumed king to the stench reeking derelict,

And that includes the defenseless souls of the unborn
And the just born,

Isn’t it time we stand up for them;
The boys and girls who didn’t get a chance at life
Like we did?