Our Poetry
Bringing Down Heaven
"My heart is so heavy - oh why am I here?
"I have all the answers, so what can I fear?
"I've made up my mind that my lifestyle can't change;
"Why do I feel queasy - my head feels so strange!"
Her face showed the battle now raging within -
A fight to the finish for life to begin;
She thought of the face of her husband so dear -
The look that said all - yet no words did she hear.
"Don't do it!" it pleaded - "you're killing me to!"
His lips said, "Bye, honey; you know I love you!";
She thought of his anguish when first she did say:
"I want an abortion and I'll have my way!!"
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He told her he couldn't go with her that day;
Abortion is murder - no part would he play...
"Oh, God, I can't do this ..."her tears tumbled down,
And soon she was driving back home across town.
She threw the door open and rushed to his side;
"I'm sorry," she told him - his arms opened wide;
"I can't kill our baby; please hold me!" she pled;
"Can you ever forgive me? - I love you!" she said.
She looked up at him with wet tears on her face;
He held her and kissed her in love's sweet embrace --
"I knew you'd be back" he said, after a while;
"My prayers brought down Heaven," he said with a smile.
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Marian Banducci
Classmates
Her love for him was new and bright
Like the stars that shine on a summer night;
His love for her was a burning fire
Of untamed thoughts and false desire.
They sat in the classrooms side by side
As their love progressed like the moving tide;
The glances and touches that he stole
Inflamed her and bought her - heart and soul.
"Meet me" he told her, "sweet" one day;
"There's an old oak tree just a mile away;
"I love you," he whispered in her ear;
"Meet me - you know you've nothing to fear."
So they met in the cloister of a park;
In the old oak tree sang a meadowlark;
As passion ruled like a despot king
And innocence died with the end of spring
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They sat in the classroom side by side
As her lips found the words that she feared to confide;
Like the cold north wind of an Arctic blast
Were the words from her lover of the past.
"You'll find no help from me," he said;
"Abort the kid - he's better off dead;"
And the tears that rolled down her face
Were the death knell to their last embrace.
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They sit in the classroom side by side
And weeks have past since the child died;
Winter has come and their love once free
Is as dead as the leaves on the old oak tree.
Marian Banducci
"For the wages of sin is death..."
(Romans 6, Verse 23)
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Wellspring Of Unnumbered Ways
Oh, Master Craftsman that You are,
Starlight from an Unknown Star,
You leave Your mark for all to see -
Reflections of Divinity.
The rainbow's multi-colored band
Freshly painted by Your hand,
And flowers in their springtime hue
Are reminiscent all of You.
I sense the beauty of Your face
Profiled in the sapling's grace;
Your voice I hear in sweet disguise
Through murmuring winds in rain drenched skies.
The ocean roars and then lies calm -
Lyrics from an ancient psalm
Come back as I behold the sea;
By waters still You're leading me.
I see the sun, and I see You,
Love invading all I do;
My heart leaps high when day is done -
Your grandeur cloaks the setting sun.
Oh, dear Companion of my days,
Wellspring of unnumbered ways,
Within my soul You too would be
With joy no man can take from me.
Marian Banducci
"...He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul..."
(Psalm 23)
"For the invisible things of Him from the
creation of the world are clearly seen,
being understood by the things that are made..." (Roman 1:20)
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"Thou Shalt Not Kill"
(A True Story)
She was pretty as a picture in her jeans and long brown hair;
And saucy-eyed she looked at me with a high and mighty air;
"What are you people doing here?" she asked with a questioning stare;
And a bracelet dangled from her wrist with a baby's photo there.
I stopped to answer as she talked, but the answer never came;
She spoke about the clinic staff - "how nice" she did proclaim;
"They helped me with an abortion here, and now I'm on the Pill";
With a nervous look she saw my sign, and it read, "Thou Shalt Not Kill!";
And as she talked her eyes were drawn to the awesome message there;
Lika a magnet she could not resist, she could only stop and stare;
And soon a tear rolled down her cheek as her hands began to shake;
And her body moved with wrenching sobs and her voice began to break.
I saw her need and dropped my sign as I held her to my breast;
And between her sobs, "I cry a lot," she poignantly confessed;
And she said that the baby on her wrist could not take away the pain;
"I can't forget the one I killed," as her tears rolled down again.
She walked away, a sorry sight, like a child who is lost;
The heaving of her shoulders told the unforgiving cost;
She almost hid her feelings by the words she tried to say;
But the word of God like a two-edged sword pierced through her heart that day.
Marian Banducci
"For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword...
and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart."
(Hebrews 4, Verse 12)
My Life Depends On You
Mamma, please don't hurt me,
I'm helpless and so small,
If you don't choose to keep me safe,
Then I've no one at all.
I'm not a thing to be destroyed -
In private, secretly;
I'm growing here beneath your heart,
I'm real, I'm yours, I'm me!!
Perhaps your heart is troubled,
Filled with fears or filled with shame.
But Mamma, try to understand
I'm not the one to blame!
I've never, ever hurt you,
So you've nothing to forgive,
Why should I have to die
Before I've had my right to live?
If you can't keep me, Mamma,
It's all right, I'll understand,
But please let someone else reach out
To take my tiny hand.
So many childless couples would be
Happy as can be,
If they could but adopt and love
A little one like me.
Remember that when you were just
As small and frail as I,
Your mother didn't make the choice
To have her baby die.
You had your chance to live,
So, please let me have my chance, too.
I can't escape, I can't cry out...
My Life Depends On You!!
Your preborn child
S.M.E.
Sisters Of The Precious Blood |
Soul Survivor
The pyramids, the Taj Mahal
In time will be specks of dust;
Man's poems, paintings, sculptures all
No more will be nor be discussed.
The earth this global ball of clay
May fly its orbitarial ring;
No more will men see night or day
Or robins, harbingers of spring.
The only thing of import then
Will be the living human soul
Of those who have been born again,
With heaven as their lasting goal
What profit then can come to man
To gain the world - his soul to lose?
Like Marco Polo's Kublai Khan
Our rainbow chasing's but a ruse
One life - one tiny speck that breathes
And launched within a mother's womb
Is worth the earth and galaxies -
The soul survivor of the tomb.
Marian Banducci
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A Fallen Star
(On seeing an aborted baby)
Oh, child of death - what brought you here?
No smile, no breath, no sound to hear;
You lie so still - death’s ending pain
Frozen on your brow - n’er again
To change the structure of your face;
No miracles will e’er take place
To give life’s breath - for gone you are -
Forever lost - A FALLEN STAR.
Oh, child of death - what brought you here?
No love, no pity, was it fear?
A mother’s youth, too young to know
That memories burn and guilt can grow?
Or was it just a selfish heart
That ripped your tiny frame apart?
Oh, little one - for you I’ll mourn -
Unloved, unmothered and unborn.
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Marian Banducci
"Be Still And Know That I Am God"
Oh, the great silence - the magnetic silence
That draws Jesus’ love ever near;
Far from the madness of the world and its gladness
And every false note that I hear.
Oh, the great silence - the deafening silence
That shouts to me of His great love!
More than the ringing of angelic singing
It lifts my heart high and above.
For in the silence, the stillness of silence
My soul knows a joy heavenly;
He brings me a treasure beyond earthly measure
In silent communion with me.
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Marian Banducci
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