April is National Poetry Month. I prepared to write a poem, but then I remembered one that I wrote back in December. I never shared it because the inspiration for it was so upsetting: The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting — 20 children murdered.
Every week day I pull into a wonderland called School where I assist teachers, parents, and students. The tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, crushed my heart not only because I’m a mother, but also because I’m a member of an elementary school community.
As I reread my poem this week, it occurred to me that the words also speak to a major issue that causes me grief: abortion.
Beginning lives and beating hearts, struck down before their time.
And back into the arms of God. Psalm 139:13-16
They Pierced the Sky
(A Lament for the Children)
It held back, no
it would not give in
the pushing, sudden weight against its morning light
“Tarry, ’til the day
of growth and challenge, shaped and set!”
But they came
and it groaned as something not prepared
It held fast against the fists
yet the cry was clear:
“Let us in.”
And it felt the battered spirits of them all
pushing, pushing into new life as before
hands first this time, to catch and tear.
The sky was pierced
they entered in