Who Will Speak For These?

Yes, nature has her fans who ably speak
    And forcef'lly argue to protect her lands,
    Her meadows, valleys, trees, and seas antique,
    Each bird or creature whether small or grand—
    Have all a voice to shield, to keep, to stand
    With purposed heart and will resolved to please
    As guardians of these lesser things yet grand—
    But who upon this earth will speak for these,
Most innocent and helpless, slumbering at ease.

That trees should be protected is not wrong,
    Nor wrong to dare to champion hill and dell;
    The flower and the bee, the bird with song
    Should all be tended and protected well.
    And how much more the tend'rest here that dwell!
    Their Master looks on each as precious gem,
    A marv'lous fashioning of His grace as well;
    Should not you speak and rise to shelter them?
Or nothing then His wrath against you e'er could stem.

Some are a Lorax who speaks for the trees.
    Some are a Carson who writes about Spring.
    But why should championing children bring unease?
    These precious little ones in mothers cling
    And grow and thrive and kick—and everything
    That's good and pure and innocent and mild
    Then nurtures him within a warm womb-sling.
    His dreams are unmolested, pure, unriled.
But who is this that comes against this growing child?

Despise these not, these little ones so small,
    For God in heaven sets His face toward such.
    Their angels see His face and on Him call.
    Though minuscule and hardly count as much,
    He forms each child within by gracious touch:
    From mind, and will, and heart, to hair and knees,
    Exquisite fingers that will write and clutch.
    Why protest then at death of birds and trees,
When you would claim a right to harm and murder these?

O! We should all be those who loudly speak,
    Who summon facts and logic in our fight
    Against all those who seek to harm the weak.
    Our Lord rebuked all those with boastful might
    Who turned the children from the Master's sight:
    "Now let the little children come to Me!"
    He came to earth to give us light midst night
    And hallowed human life by His decree—
And in a womb dawned Life and Light for you and me.

D. Benning
16-Feb-2018

See also: https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/03/death-of-unwanted-tissue.html
and: https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/02/now-we-must-speak.html

Death of the Unwanted Tissue

While my mother slept, I grew and kicked and sucked,
And I stretched in her belly and kicked my ten toes.
Six months from birth, dreaming of my life,
I woke to sharp pain and the nightmare incisions;
When I died, they sucked me out of her womb with a hose.

by David Benning,  26 Jan 2018

see also: https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/03/who-will-speak-for-these.html
and:  https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/02/now-we-must-speak.html

A Passage in the Clouds

Carry me away upon a cloud
Or on a quiet river!
Oh, here there is no hurried crowd,
But life itself's the giver!

- D. Benning

Sherry Lynn Photography, photo

You absolutely HAVE to see Sherry's photos!  These are incredible!

Two Worlds Converge

"Two Worlds Converge" by Alterworld Art & Lousiana Dreams' Photography

There is an old, worn gate where worlds converge,
   The beck'ning portal pulls and bids me come;
   Ethereal grays of bracken ferns now surge
   With heathered hills and Spanish moss then strum
   A chord with cataract in joyous thrum—
   And everywhere the light!  The colors, hues,
   And sights!  Now raise my heart to joy from glum!
   And I am torn between the world I knew
And world of promise where my heart through portal flew!

O! Here there is a spacious, gracious gaze
   That looks upon the land with loving eye,
   That breathes a breath of peace o'er all its days,
   That raises wounded spirits high to fly,
   And drives away each doubt, each fearful sigh.
   O, see that now this portal calls to you,
   That bids you enter from the wasteland dry!
   So be not torn between the world you knew
And world of promise when our hearts through portal flew!

D. Benning
27 Feb 2018




 There is so much beauty in this image that it just called to me.  I hope that you explore the wonderful work of these two talented photographers who have teamed up to produce beauty that is almost out of this world.  Do visit their other images at Alterworld Art Stateside and be prepared to be "wowed"!

Now We Must Speak

Now we must speak,   story of conception,
The Maker's Might,   Majesty displayed,
Glorious Father     fashioned inward frame,
Eternal Sovereign    sculpted fine details.
He first created,    for foundling's comfort,  
Warm caring womb,    Woman-kind's cradle,
Nurturing blanket,    nurse-maid and nesting,
Marvelous mother,    maiden with love,
Protector provider—    paralleling Maker—
Shelters young offspring,    Shields sons from harm.
Praise mighty Father,     protecting His offspring.
Holy Creator,    Your creation exults!

D. Benning
17-Feb-2018

See also: https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/03/who-will-speak-for-these.html

and:  https://speakingofthings.blogspot.com/2018/03/death-of-unwanted-tissue.html