The Clearest Reality – A Reflection

This poem titled The Clearest Reality was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 8 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Two Page 51. “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem The Clearest Reality consists of three stanzas opening with two lines and followed by two stanzas with four lines each.  This is a short poem and can be described briefly also.  In this poem the unborn child is expressing his or her Clearest Reality.  You see through the eyes of unborn children selected for abortion on demand they are nothing meaningless to their own mothers.  Hence the opening lines “Compared to You my creation has no realism.”  The unborn child has been reduced to a mere nothing but an opinion in the lost Western world…To me the reader this is the unborn child expressing its sorrow that compared to its own mother the creation of the baby in her womb scheduled for abortion on demand “has no realism.”  You see the unborn child scheduled to be aborted has been reduced to a mere “choice”.  As such this so called “choice” takes away the “realism” of the unborn child.  It is as if this baby does not exist in the eyes of its own mother.  Many mothers have been said to describe their own growing children in their own wombs as “parasites” or a “thing” or an “alien” or “something foreign” to the mother.  This allows that mother under the word “choice” to schedule a hit a murder of her own child under the title abortion.   Mothers like this speak this way so as to avoid bonding with their growing child and also to avoid the responsibilities that come with pregnancy.  These mothers forget that abortion destroys them to and many who try to conceive after having an abortion or multiple abortions are unable to conceive due to a perforated uterus that did not heal properly and a whole myriad of complications.  This poem ends with these words which are also profound.  “Yet the longest memory, the deepest joy, the farthest sight and the clearest reality that has ever lived was Yours!”   To the unborn child this is very true.  Mothers choose to live in their own reality and using the word “choice” sentence their own children to certain death for crimes these children never committed.  The only reality for the unborn child is the reality that this baby is not acknowledged by its own mother and is subject to its mother’s distorted view of reality which has reduced this unborn child to a mere “choice” with “no realism” assigned to it.   For many women like this when they get the abortion they are horrified when they see all the blood.  Many women do not understand the blood bath of abortion on demand.  Well this blood bath is not just a lake of blood it is oceans of blood around the world.  Thanks to the word “choice”.  It is my hope that the word “choice” will be acknowledged as a word that was abused in the art of war on the womb.  That the word “choice” will be acknowledged as a war crime word used to destroy human beings in the worst war ever unleashed upon mankind.  The war on the womb.  As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my playlist of songs and music that I performed in Turkey not for an audience mind you more for the mystical experiences of sacred prayer in sacred places.  Turkey has many wonderful sacred places….I also included a playlist of our visit to Meryemana- Virgin Mary House in Ephesus Turkey.  We visited Meryemana two times during our time in Turkey.

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