God has a very special place for stillborn things;
The little things t hat were- but could not be:
The little song no singer ever sings,
so ne'er on mortal ears to ring.
The good intentions well meant, but gone awry.
The gentle smile that fades just short of human eye.
The look of hurt upon a face, not seen or understood.
The anguished cry of a lonely heart lived out in solitude.