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God the Father, holding Christ Crucified in His arms (embroidered image)
God’s Fatherhood as I see and sense it.
by Sister M. Linus Coyle
At night, alone, with the Lord and Mary,
I look up to the Fatherhood of God
and weep.
How many children again that day, O God,
willfully torn from a mother’s womb
deprived so brutally of its own life
with all the hopes that life possessed
but unable to encounter or to develop
that purpose for glory God had created!
Each, a child, yes a child:
never to know or to teach;
never to choose or to give;
never to belong or to accept;
never to be loved or to love others;
never to trust or to offer hope;
neither to find nor to show goodness;
neither to praise nor to thank God for
beauty with happy, joy-filled smile
with human voice or song,
and all the while fulfilling God’s plans
to be glorified within this personhood.
No, Christ had no chance to enter, nor to
achieve His Father’s plan within.
… and I weep for them, for all of us.
For life would never know that which was God’s desire
for those whom they’d companion or generate.
Lord of mercy, Lord of love,
forgive and transform all hearts,
this day, this night. Amen
God the Father, holding Christ Crucified in His arms (embroidered image) (detail)
Sister M. Linus Coyle belongs to the order of the Sisters of the Presentation. She receives our e-newsletter and sent us this poem/reflection on the dignity of each unborn child conceived in the image and likeness of God and on the sadness we all feel because of abortion.
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