Tiny fingers move across the pages
but the pages are blank.
Words of a hurting heart cannot be expressed on paper.
But three letters kept going around and around in the tiny head,
which belongs to the tiny fingers.
Why?
Tiny lips move, forming the words of pain.
"I was given to you."
"You were supposed to be my loving caretaker."
"You were supposed to love me,
you were to care for me , not to hurt me."
Was I not good enough for you?
why did you cast me away?
God created me, I am human,
I have feelings
I scream, why?
as I was ripped from your warm body.
Do you know that the pain of rejection was worse than
the burning of my skin and the dismembering of my body?
I was given to you.
God, my Father and Creator made me in His own image.
He chose you to carry me.
Just as He chose Mary to carry Jesus, His Son.
What if she had done the same thing?
Why did you reject me?
Why did you kill me?
Did you ever wonder if I was the one sent to care for you in sickness?
Or the one who would find the cure for AIDS or cancer?
Did you ever wonder about the joy and happiness
I would have brought into your life?
Did you ever wonder?
Tell me, I will try to understand.
P.J.SCHLOSS
THE VOICE OF THE HEART
