Ten babies died today.
No scientists are desperately searching for a cure to their cause of death.
No autopsies were done to determine time of death. No one even writes a death certificate.
This is because the babies were never born.
But they are not in my imagination. They are not less than babies, or less than people. Death. Huge, permanent loss whose repercussions we can’t even project, yet not one is even given a funeral, but that does not mean they are not mourned.
Ten witnesses stood today.
We desperately pleaded for their innocent lives, and grieved their slaughter.
We were on our knees until end of life, with hands held out begging: we were gathered for life this morning.
This is because the babies were conceived, given by God for a purpose.
But they are not remembered. They are like so many deaths, so many days, so regular that we want to forget and so normal that we almost can. Lives. Tiny, mysterious existences we don’t even understand, whose potential we can’t even project, were cut short today.
I cannot forget.
To God be all glory,
Lisa of Longbourn
Lisa of Longbourn 
that is beautiful. thank you so much! i know someone whose life almost was ended this way, and i thank God that his mother chose life and adoption rather than death from abortion. the world is a better place because of him!