Unborn Dreams

The year 2024 reportedly had 1,038,000 abortions performed. Among battles in the culture war, abortion is the deadliest. Have you ever wondered if the unborn, in his or her mother’s womb, has a sense of awareness? Whether the unborn is fortunate enough to survive until birth, or not, does it have the capacity to dream? I believe so.

INTRODUCTION

There are some who believe that life begins at the moment of conception, 
while others will say not until the first breath; What is true, and what’s deception?

And so we argue, disagree, and shout, the battle has raged on over the years, 
but through all the shouting and the threats, there is one voice no one hears.

Please listen now and hear my voice; I hoped one day to see the dawn, 
but my right to life was callously denied, and because of this, I was never born.

I would have pleaded, and fought for life, and even taken a righteous stance,
but I was asleep alone and dreaming, and never stood a chance.

Like many who came before me, I was a victim of plans and schemes;
and now the only way I ever tasted life was in my unborn dreams.

And as I dreamed, I could hear her voice, her laughter and her sighs,
all my dreams while in her womb, were through my mother’s eyes.

UNBORN DREAMS

I dreamed of many things to come, in life throughout the years, 
the love and joy, the sadness, the laughter and the tears.

I dreamed of the vast and mighty ocean, its waves touching the windswept shore, 
fragrant meadows where flowers bloom, I watched the great eagle soar.

The splendor of the moon and stars, the sun, the deep blue sky, 
rolling hills and hidden valleys, the majestic mountain high.

The wind, the rain, a summer breeze, the spring alive, aglow, 
the cold and silent winter night, the gentle falling snow.

The birds, the trees, and autumn leaves, the early morning glory, 
candy, soda pop, an ice cream cone, a spooky bedtime story.

A brother and a sister, we run and laugh and play, 
Halloween and Thanksgiving, and especially Christmas Day.

I look upon my mother’s loving face as she goes about her day,  
but then I see her face again, only now she turns away.

I see my father tall and strong, proud I’ll bear his name, 
I see him again, but only now, he bows his head in shame.

No Mom and Dad will hold me now, and show me that they care, 
their hearts will not enfold me now, their love they will not share.

Safe, at peace, in blissful slumber was where my heart resided, 
until that dark and tragic day, when my fate had been decided.

It began with a looming shadow, I screamed in pain and fear, 
but my cries of help were silent, no one was there to hear.

Never would I have the chance to live, to breathe, to feel, and see, 
a bloody mass of lifeless flesh, is what they’ve made of me.

For it was no happy home I slept in, within my mother’s womb, 
I know now that this place I loved was nothing but a tomb.

Maybe it was best I had not been born, into a world where hate and fear abound,
where virtue and innocence have lost their meaning, and where love cannot be found.

And so it came to pass one day, my right to life was taken; 
could it be that God created a world He’d now forsaken?

For hope was gone, my dreams had ended, emptiness took their place;
what terrible thing must I have done, to have fallen from God's grace?

Father, I cried out one last time, but He did not answer me, 
I was alone like some forgotten soul, adrift upon the sea.

Then suddenly the darkness faded, and a great light took its place, 
I awoke and felt great joy and peace, and looked upon God’s face.

He said, “I put you in your mother’s womb, and wrote your name in the sacred scroll, 
and even though they denied you life, you will always possess your immortal soul.”

The angels and the heavenly host sang out in praise and glory; 
this wasn’t the end but the beginning, of an everlasting story.

No more hardship, fear, and pain, never again alone, 
for I had left a world of darkness, and now was finally home.