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Beautiful Poem: Ghost in the House

Found on Big Blue Wave, this poem was written by a woman named Amanda and sent in a letter to Priests for Life. It is beautiful and haunting.

Ghost in the House~

Come, child. It’s evening. Come to me
And sit with me once more.
Let’s rock here while the others sleep.
Let’s see — your sister’s four;
The baby is three months today;
Your little brother’s two,
And I have not decided if I’ll tell them about you.

And you, you would be eight this year.
I do not know your name.
The color of your eyes, or hair,
Or where, or how, to blame.
The fear was all, the fear of change,
For I saw change as loss.
Against my dreams, my plans, my life
You seemed so small a cost,
Not knowing how your presence
Altered how I felt and thought,
Not knowing how you changed me
In the mix the hormones brought.
And you were not a child to me
But sickness, pain, and fear —
But oh, I know, I know you now,
Now that these three are here!
Your scent, your weight within my arms,
Your head upon my breast –
I did not know these things when I decided what was best.

And I am lost and so confused
And don’t know how to feel,
For you, who were an illness,
Every year become more real;
Your sister and your brothers,
They proclaim you as they grow.
They make it harder still to face
The coldest truth I know:
That knowing – feeling – only
What I knew and felt back then,
I cannot say I would not make
This saddest choice again.

Oh! My little lost unknown,
My first and neverborn,
Forgive the ignorance that sent you
To the dark, unmourned!

And no, it isn’t every day
I find your shadow here;
Most times I’m far too busy
For reflection or for tears,
But sometimes, when the children sleep
And I have time alone,
I sit down in the dark, and rock,
And bring my baby home.

_____________________________

Healing is possible after abortion. Groups like Rachel’s Vineyard offer caring, confidential retreats and there are numbers to call like the National Helpline for Abortion Recovery: 1-866-482-LIFE.

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Loving the Wounded

by Reita S.

I know a little girl who died. Her name was Katelyn. She had a brother named Kyle, who also died. They were about 9 and 11 when their house caught fire. They were with their mother in the second floor bedroom. She tried to convince them to jump from the window and that the fire department would save them. They were too afraid to jump, though, so she told them that she would go first and would catch them. She jumped from the window and called to them to jump. But they were still too afraid. They were dead of smoke inhalation by the time the fire department reached them. Their mother regrets every day that she did not throw them from the window. If she had, they might still be alive.

They say that hindsight is 20/20. If that mother had been able to foresee the consequences of her actions, we know she would have chosen differently. In the same way, post-abortive people don’t need your judgment anymore than the mother of those children needs you to tell her she made the wrong choice. That was years ago and there is so much regret. She needs you to come along side her, to tell her you’re sorry, to help her get over a tragedy she couldn’t foresee.

Women and men affected by abortion believe at the time that they’re making the right choice. They are sold a lie by society and by abortion providers. They don’t see the long-reaching effects of ‘the easiest way out’. If they’re telling you their story, don’t tell them how they should have known better, don’t tell them they killed their children. They know.

On this blog, one post abortive woman writes:

I know that this sounds terrible and helpless, but I cannot underemphasise the gravity of what I did – I murdered four human beings. […] I made four mistakes. The mistakes were not those babies, who were known and loved by God – they were the abortions.

Those abortions nearly killed me – in more ways than one. While I developed a thick skin on the outside, what was a very scared and helpless little girl on the inside was crying out from a nearly inexpressible anguish, but no one would listen. In the world, abortion is supposed to empower a woman and give her freedom and dignity, not make her weak and crippled as I was becoming.

Abortion is a scar on the soul of all who participate. When we minister to our communities, let us never forget that post-abortive men and women need us just as much as pregnant women do. They need a safe place to take out a private wound. They need to forgive themselves. They need to be forgiven.

Hard-line tactics do not help the wounded. Love does.

Please, show love to the hurting.