Feast of Saint David

Sonnet

I am racing for the finish.
For the prize for which God calls us.
We will slowly diminish.
But we have had our chance, many have not even been allowed on life’s bus.

I dreamt that I saw, walking towards me, a great crowd of small children.
Then, in this dream, a horrible kind of remorselessly advancing ink obliterated them.
Now was their future completely hidden.
I was utterly shocked and numb.

These dear little ones taken in the womb.
Countless numbers of otherwise gorgeous babies, delightful toddlers.
I saw their approaching doom.
Hidden now for ever under death’s black waters.

But I saw salvation coming, not in a change of laws.
But in a change of heart in this great cause.

Haiku

Salvation comes
Not in a change of passing laws
But in change of heart