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"As we go through the sands of life we walk to the beats of different drummers. 
The journey begins in our mother's womb floating freely as a "baby fish" 
in a gentle ocean of amniotic fluid; feeling her emotions with each movement, 
slow, quick, or none." 
Copyright © 1997 Carolyn Bigler (in my maiden name) aka Moonlightflower

The petals of a rose 
are as delicate as can be. 
That's why it has a stem of thorns 
to protect its' liberty. 
Each petal torn and plucked apart 
reminds us of the steps the day 
Christ carried His cross, walked for us, 
and gave His life away. 
To protect us from a life of sin, 
His life plucked out by the hands of men. 
A crown of thorns placed upon His head 
that pricked Him first and then He bled, 
reminds us as each time we're pricked 
by a thorn on a long stemmed rose, 
unlike the rose that has its' thorns, 
the unborn child has no defense. 
To pluck its' life out limb by limb 
to me does not make sense. 


God who created "the bang" and "the ape", 
regardless of what you believe, 
by His Might and by His Power 
first created "the you" and "the me." 
How can a God who created man allow such a tragedy? 
I'm quickly reminded "It isn't ME.  
That's done by "the you" and "the me." 
"Man" made his choice and took Christ's life 
but we know that Christ arose. 
The abortionist, by man's own choice, 
creates a Helpless, Lifeless ROSE. 


Published in "Sparkles In The Sand" 
Copyright © 1995 Carolyn Bigler
aka Moonlightflower (that's me!)

The Helpless, Lifeless Rose poem earned me Poet of Merit Award from International Society of Poets (ISP) 1995.

National Right To Life, click on logo.

Photo courtesy of a friend.

"There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

When I lived in Grand Rapids, Michigan, I was a closed head injury
nurse on the pediatric unit at a rehabilitation center.  I also 
worked on the surgery floor of a hospital where a patient of mine 
had an abortion by her doctor injecting her with prostaglandins. 
Her little girl looked like a little Barbie Doll laying there with 
her heart beating oh so fast as little ones do. She breathed her 
last breath after about 1 1/2 hours laying under a receiving blanket
in a closet off the surgery room. 
There is no difference in aborting a baby while in it's mother's 
womb or killing your child in your home, in it's crib, or pushed 
out in front of an 18 wheeler in hopes the child would die (it 
really happens people). I took care of a young boy whose dad cut 
his chest open and ripped the child's heart open and punctured 
the child's lungs. The dad was jealous of "two men" being in the 
same house. 
Life is too short and JESUS IS COMING AGAIN and SOON! 
And yes, I have also been a speaker for Right To Life. I've true
life horror stories to tell.

Update May 2004:
A friend of mine on the north east coast shared with me how she 
showed this page to a girlfriend of hers and how shocked and amazed
they were because her friend had given her daughter up for adoption 
rather than have an abortion. The amazing part is, the child was 
a little girl and she had named her Rose. 
For years this mother prayed for her daughter and the daughter 
ended up doing a search and finding her. So her prayers were answered.
The reason for the adoption is personal but not a nice story as many 
are filled with tragedy or tragedies. This really gives my poem 
"The Helpless Lifeless Rose" more power and more meaning, especially
since the words just came to me early one morning when I was staying 
at a friends' in Michigan. How awesome that a child named Rose would 
be saved. The irony is, my own daughter choses 
not to be part of my life and I don't know why.

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