Unborn Jesus

Made with Serif

The story of “Empty Playgrounds”; started one day (in the summer) some years ago, driving back from lunch; one day I passed a playground empty, with the swings empty swaying back and forth. I passed once, then turned and passed it again!

Being consumed by guilt, I started looking for the children, (that's what swings were made for) and saw none, thinking to myself that all the children had been “killed”; though abortion there for leaving none to play! I was stricken with the simple fact “that no one around me didn't seem to care.” I sat in my truck and cried and cried, then there were no tears, just sadness!