Free Will – A Reflection

This poem titled Free Will was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 8 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Two Page 63. “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 titled Free Will has three stanzas the first stanza has five lines the second stanza has three lines and the last stanza has five lines.  The photograph I choose for this reflection is of myself with windblown hair in Ireland.  My awesome son took most of our photos during our travels.  My child took this photo of his Mammy….Free will is a great gift that human beings are endowed with a great gift bestowed on us by the God of life who is our creator.  Free will comes with a cost a price and when we make good choices we are blessed by Heaven and when we make bad choices we punish ourselves and curse ourselves…I say this because if people only knew the importance of choosing good partners for marriage women and men would not screw around and men and women would not use each other as pawns in diabolical false love games….I will now discuss the poem titled Free Will by Akiane…Free Will opens with the words “There is no room to breath with so many guests – yet the scratches get softer with every hurt.”  The poem ends with the last line saying “affection of free will blushes”.  The first stanza speaks to me the reader of the fact that the unborn child’s space in the womb of it’s mother is invaded upon leaving “no room” for the unborn child to “breath”.  To me the reader this poem speaks about the unborn child lamenting there is “no room to breath with so many guests yet the scratches get softer with every hurt” describes the horrors of abortion on demand.  The tissue of the unborn child is very soft and pliable and is easily destroyed via saline abortion and the instruments of abortion that do scratch the child terribly as their little bodies are torn asunder torn apart limb by limb.  The unborn child is lamenting the lack of space to breath and grow and the torture of abortion on demand.  As the unborn child is cruelly and mercilessly murdered “the scratches get softer with every hurt.” Describes the terrible forced demise of the helpless unborn child.  As the child succumbs to death on the chopping block of abortion on demand the “scratches” do “get softer with every hurt” as the child stops feeling pain and dies.  Very tragic and very sad.  The last line describes how “affection of free will blushes”.  This describes the shame carried by post abortive mothers who often regret their abortions once they understand the  horrors of abortion on demand.  Those who have abortions do blush in shame when they realize what they just did.  Many do not blush in shame and boast about the benefits of abortion on demand thus fulfilling the sacred scriptures in their regard found in Isaias. Chapter 13 verse 18 Douay-Rheims “But with their arrows they shall kill the children, and shall have no pity upon the sucklings of the womb: and their eye shall not spare their sons.”  This prophecy was mentioned centuries before in sacred scriptures and is being fulfilled as we speak.  This is why I titled these reflections The Lamentations of the Unborn.  For we must learn to lament that the children are no more.  We have billions destroyed by abortion on demand and abortifacients like contraception.  More children have been destroyed in the womb than all the world wars combined.  The worst war ever unleashed upon mankind the war on the womb must be lamented.  As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my playlist titled Wild Cats Of The Canary Islands during our time in Lanzarote the Canary Islands…