Wendell L. Vaughan
Still Born Things
Poem by Wendell L. Vaughan
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.
The "I love you" not quite reaching loving ears.
The secret tear that could have changed the years.
Yes, God has a very special place fo r these-
the stillborn things-
these things too deep for human tears.
God smiles- then weeps
And o' so tenderly He lays them back to rest- for He
He knows the pain of things that could not be.
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