… a short essay
… So it seems.
Abortions began to end a life that was conceived by choice.
Once, we preserved that life as a cherished flower.
Once, we praised that life as choice celebrated.
Abortions began to end a life that was conceived by abuse.
Once, we preserved that life as a treasured innocent.
Once, we adopted that life as caretakers of the abused.
Abortions began to end a life that was conceived by passion.
Once, we preserved that life as a child of love.
Once, we nurtured that life as affection memorialized.
Abortions began to end a life that threatened mother.
Once, we mourned that life as a lost child of God.
Once, we honored that life as a soul interrupted.
… Recalling, to find love of life a wise King once proffered splitting the baby.
Choice is not free when ending any life.
Preserving life as we commonly do with all creatures is proper.
Praising life as choice celebrated is humane defined.
Choice is not free when taking another life.
Preserving life as we commonly do with ‘Innocents’ is proper.
Adopting life as caretakers of the abused is community demanded.
Choice is not free when passion leads reason.
Preserving life as we commonly do when reason checks passion is proper.
Nurturing life as charitable people is passion reasoned.
Choice is not free when duly considering ending any life.
Mourning ‘life-ended’, as we do even with those who would injure us, is proper.
Honoring all life as a ‘soul-interrupted’ is humanity preserved.
… So I ask?
Is conceiving by choice freely absolved by a change of heart?
Does the cherished flower hold more sway than a cherished life?
Does choice celebrated relegate itself to after-thought?
Is conceiving by abuse cleansed by harming yet another innocent?
Does the ‘treasured’ pay the price of memories never forgotten?
Does community shirk the collective caretaker for personal ease?
Is conceiving by passion forgiven by ending life?
Does a child of love properly carry the father’s burden?
Does ‘affection-memorialized’ really ever fade from denial?
Is conception a mother’s de facto acquiescence to Russian Roulette?
Does a mother’s soul uniquely fail concern and a right to life?
Does a mother’s child not define Hero when saving her?
Reason is lonely without passion. Passion is naked without reason.
By William Anton Lee
2102, October 7
Passion Rarely Asks Reason