Life is Precious

A poem for Sanctity of Life Sunday

by Greg Asimakoupoulos | The Partial Observer | January 18, 2008

Life is precious, sacred, blest
from the womb to final rest.
God is in a child's first breath
or a grandpa facing death.

Special needs autistic son.
Crippled daughter who can't run.
Those impaired in speech or sight.
Those whose hearing isn't right.

Those who can't recall their name.
Those with damage to their brain.
Those in prison, addicts too.
Those who think their options few.

Each life matters. Each has worth.
Everyone on "God's green earth." *
Life is precious, sacred, blest
from the womb to final rest.

* with gratitude to my friend Michael Medved for use of his trademark phrase that calls to mind the beautiful planet our loving Creator has allowed us to inhabit