A Cold Roe Morning

My heart clenched as I passed by the throng.

The bitter cold air, naming my icy mood.

In their minds no doubt, or room to be wrong

where ragged edges are once again glued.

Their world of black and white, brooks no rainbow here

just entrenched certainties, and calcified thought

barricades of judgements. Forts built in fear.

I wish they could see what these patients sought.

They pray for me, and all the women within

but feels more like control than like comfort

addled by references to mortal sin

Barren words labor, but fail to comport

I’ve witnessed first hand the healers inside,

rise each morn to minister to women.

Care for her truths and hold hands at her side

They do so over and over again.

Courageous souls whose committment to dare

With great vision they strive. Do what they do

Living a world bound simply by Care.

Their actions in tenderness so true

Here then is my prayer uttered without sound

Ushered without moving, not meant to plea.

More like a remembrance, that when it is found

Brings the heart home to love’s reality.

May each day we all hold dear, those whom we serve

Near their hearts as our own filled with this grace

Each drop the ocean, unfrozen, to swerve

Stronger Together as compassion’s face.








January 22, marks the anniversary of Roe vs Wade the landmark Supreme Court decision that gave many women in the United States the right if not the ability to bring their moral authority to bear when deciding complicated issues like abortion.