Blossoms of Prayer
Tiny Person in the Womb
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Tiny Person in the Womb
Once I was only a cell,
but no one could see me;
so no one could tell…
and…
if I had tumbled from the womb,
or been washed away,
no one would have set a tomb;
(because man is so blind that way).
Once I was like a tiny ink blot,
way too small to think.
Yet, THINKERS against me did plot.
Despite a beating heart,
a forming dependent body,
they called me a mere blood clot!
Once I was almost like THEM,
boasting delicate ’human’ features.
(No more like Sagan’s fetal ‘lizard ‘ creatures.)
Yet, the BIG ONES had the final say.
…Oh, yes…it was a ’still’ birth,
But it was abortionists who chose my last day.
Now, when it’s believed I am not at all,
by Wisdom, I can truly see,
and THEY look quite small!
Sad…with Faith and Hope,
in and before Genuine Love,
together, we would have stood very tall.
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About the Author
Patricia Hershwitzky, a three-decade educator, holds a degree in Political Science, minor journalism; a Masters in Education and an Educational Specialist degree. Since the early 1990's, she has published numerous articles and letters, along with four books, including:: "Teaching the City of God in the City of Man: Pursuing Salvation Education." Her background includes advocacy for children in the womb. pregnant mothers in crisis, the mentally challenged and emotionally ill. As a breast cancer survivor, Patricia has encouraged women to embrace Catholic responses--meditations and prayer-- during treatment. She holds membership in the Guild of St. Benedict Joseph Labre and is pursuing formation in the Servite Secular Order. Her most recent work, "Speaking One's Soul: Magnifying God's Word in a Madly Godless World," co authored with Mary Sobel Ott, is now available through Enroute Books and Media. A current focus is finalizing a Catholic parental guide through the maze of mental illness.
