I watched an old episode of "Touched by An Angel" last night. I loved that show. No sex or violence or nastiness or people behaving badly, etc.
This episode was called The Empty Chair, about a married couple who never discussed the abortion of their child fifteen years earlier and how it was destroying them. The wife in the story wrote this poem for her husband, and I found it to be quite powerful and revealing.
Let me break it in half and give some to you
I cannot eat it all, day after day
I swallow our sin, gagging on pieces of my grief
Conceived without hunger, delivered without grace
It is never enough to fill this empty belly
Come, sit at the table and share this terrible communion we have prepared
This is my body
This is your wine
Say the words, taste the blood
And let's finish this meal
May I please be excused to sit by the fire
And rock the invisible sorrow to sleep
Until the flames die
And the faces in the blue go away
Leaves me convinced that whoever wrote that had experienced the heartache of abortion personally.
It is May; Mary's month. The month for mothers. Lord, hasten the day when abortion will cease, and the war on the womb will end, and women will no longer carry the pain, grief, and weight of death on themselves.