Things That Never Were
If all the words that never were
written down
never were allowed to
leave
the fingertips
and all the souls that were called
to come
never came and sat a bit
lingering on the warm sweet breathes
never hearing the sound
of every silent word
that never left
a heaving heavy laden chest
swollen, wrapped in anxiousness
never stopped to stay awhile
nor sit
and tell the stories of the simple things
in a wooden chair
creaking, slow
while rocking back and forth
side by side out on the wide and open
porch
and all the joy that was due
a pregnant waiting
never giving birth
never delivering
you or you
and all the colors that were mixed and meant
to
stamp out dreary shades of
white and black
melancholy of a two-toned world
never were
and you had never come to me
never with a kiss upon your lips
nor flowers, mixed bouquet
picked from the garden
that was never planted on our land
and I had never come to you
what a love-less nothing
life would be
untold stories of un-lived lives
that never were
left out of all the dreams
and even out of our imaginings
void
the never were’s
of you and me
amazing grace has written
instead
stories too beautiful to tell
or so it nearly seems
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
joining Laura at The Wellspring for Playdates With God
elizabeth w. marshall 
