Finding Words When There Are None

Pieta, 5.24.22

A mother holding her child,
his body, small and frail, 
secure in her arms as she
cradles him, grasping to
fleeting moments as the final
breaths escape his lungs.

She tries to hold back tears
as she whispers sweet words
to him, watching the life leave
his eyes, and all she could do 
is weep

For his suffering to end
For the life he was robbed of
For the loss of her child.

Michelangelo, Pietà (1498-1499)

I don’t know [anymore] what is more sickening: fourteen young children being murdered at school, or a country that can speak of this in one breath and move on to a celebrity wedding in the next.  

How can you justify weaponizing legislation to outlaw abortions when you refuse to do anything to protect those babies once they’ve been born? How can you be so worried about a first grader learning about Adam and Steve when they’re risking their lives just going to school?

Disgraceful.

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