A poem defending aborted babies,Sweet death has come for me

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Fly me sweet Death o’er this land,
To an ideal world I can understand.
Where murder and torture doth not exist,
And: no burden to heavy to lift.

Raise me up where stars shine bright,
Where there is:no darkness nor: sleepless nights.
Where angels float as drifting clouds,
And choirs of Saints sing psalm’s aloud.

Carry me to the eternal life.;
Lead me where there’ll be: not strife.
Where fountains flow:with sweet rose scents,
And Violinist’s playing; joyful hymns.
Where Jesus sits amid Seraphim’s,
Yes! take me sweet Jesus, take me.
Brenda Massey, copyright 2010
 
May the Lord comfort and embrace the babies who are deprived of life by abortion.
 
Lovely, thank you for sharing. Praying for all of the aborted babies & their Mothers & Fathers.
 
Why does the title of the thread say defending aborted babies? Defending the right to
abort them? This is a strange choice of words.
 
Why does the title of the thread say defending aborted babies? Defending the right to
abort them? This is a strange choice of words.
7, based on the content of the poem, I surmise that the title of the thread simply references the poem, which is an elegy for all the aborted human beings.

The second poem I ever had published also referenced abortion, and it’s tragic consequences. And I have another one out in submission status now with several literary journals.
 
7, based on the content of the poem, I surmise that the title of the thread simply references the poem, which is an elegy for all the aborted human beings.

The second poem I ever had published also referenced abortion, and it’s tragic consequences. And I have another one out in submission status now with several literary journals.
It is a beautiful poem. I just didn’t understand the use of the word defending. Almost like abortion is a form of euthanasia and it is okay because they will be in a better place. Do you see what I mean?
 
It is a beautiful poem. I just didn’t understand the use of the word defending. Almost like abortion is a form of euthanasia and it is okay because they will be in a better place. Do you see what I mean?
Yes. The title could be more clear. As for the poem, though I find the language stilted and there are a couple of punctuation errors, the sentiment is clear and true.
 
Why does the title of the thread say defending aborted babies? Defending the right to
abort them? This is a strange choice of words.
I just erased that I don’t know how the post title got into the name of the poem The title is Sweet death has come for me I am speaking for the child. I am saying that they are happy that the pain is over and tried from my own thoughts to imagine what heaven would be like for them.
 
Fly me sweet Death o’er this land,
To an ideal world I can understand.
Where murder and torture doth not exist,
And: no burden to heavy to lift.

Raise me up where stars shine bright,
Where there is:no darkness nor: sleepless nights.
Where angels float as drifting clouds,
And choirs of Saints sing psalm’s aloud.

Carry me to the eternal life.;
Lead me where there’ll be: not strife.
Where fountains flow:with sweet rose scents,
And Violinist’s playing; joyful hymns.
Where Jesus sits amid Seraphim’s,
Yes! take me sweet Jesus, take me.
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                                           Brenda Massey, copyright 2010
 
I just erased that I don’t know how the post title got into the name of the poem The title is Sweet death has come for me I am speaking for the child. I am saying that they are happy that the pain is over and tried from my own thoughts to imagine what heaven would be like for them.
Whatever Heaven is like for them, I believe it’s a lock. Otherwise, there’s no Heaven.
 
7, based on the content of the poem, I surmise that the title of the thread simply references the poem, which is an elegy for all the aborted human beings.

The second poem I ever had published also referenced abortion, and it’s tragic consequences. And I have another one out in submission status now with several literary journals.
The name of the poem is Sweet death has come for me
 
I just erased that I don’t know how the post title got into the name of the poem The title is Sweet death has come for me I am speaking for the child. I am saying that they are happy that the pain is over and tried from my own thoughts to imagine what heaven would be like for them.
Okay! Thanks for clearing that up. I was confused.

We need to offer prayers for these little souls often.
 
Beautiful poem. My heart aches every day for the babies who are denied a chance at life. I have heard of so many stories of women who could not get pregnant when they wanted so badly to have children. It always hurts me to see people who callously throw away life.
 
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