An Uncommon Dream

I dreamed an uncommon dream last night. I held a newborn baby close to my chest. He was wrapped in a blanket with only his face and tufted head visible. His toddler-sister sat beside me patting his head, her face and lips quivering in joy. A dream, short and straightforward, of such clarity that I woke wondering; why this? And then I remembered—the article I read yesterday—a clinic in the city of brotherly love busted by the FBI and DEA. Beyond the pre-signed prescription pads, the illegal delivery of oxycontin and other pain-killers; the law enforcement officers found revulsion beyond any they had ever encountered—women in varying states of consciousness and childbirth, wee feet in jars, infant bodies in refrigerators, freezers, and garbage bags, and blood, so much blood. I don’t want to look, no, no, but I feel I ought, and I do. Human flesh born alive and cut into with scissors in the hand of a doctor or his untrained assistants—they called it ensuring fetal demise—cutting into the neck and snipping the babys’ spinal columns.

The Grand Jury Report provides battering rams for both sides of this issue. But, please, please, in this one moment, let us lay down the weaponry and step aside from the ammunition, close our eyes and remember the dream; remember the last time you touched or held a baby newly born, scented yet of that other world. Hold this love and wonder in one hand, and with the other turn the pages as you read the Overview of the Grand Jury Report, First Judicial District of Pennsylvania. And if you want to look, and I really don’t want to encourage you, but if you feel you must, if you feel you ought, you may proceed beyond the Overview to the images—to have your eyes opened. Here is the link: www.lifeissues.org