Love's worth the loss

My sister cut this out of
Ann Landers years ago!

Listen World!

God,
all night long I miss him.
Lying half asleep
my concious memory lost.
I wonder if he tossed
the blankets off.
Or if the rain is
blowing on his sill.
Or if he's ill
my baby.
And often waking ,
I find myself beside his bed.

Stooping to kiss the
little tousled head that is no
longer there.
I stand and stare
with streaming eyes.
At that smooth pillow
and unruffled spread.
Remembering slowly,
that my baby is dead.
All day long
I listen for him.
I listen until
the silence tightens
round my throat.

Oh God,
you know I'd give my life
to hear his voice again.
To feel,
once more,the touch
of his young,,
eager hand.
To stand and
watch him play.
And to feel the
pride leap in me
like a flame.
I'd give my life
,I say~and yet I wouldn't.
I must stay right
here and do my job,,
till I have.
Earned the right
to go away.
The past has passed.
I Love him-yes! But love is not a toy.
To satisfy one's
private pride and joy.

No-love's a part
of that eternal plan.
By which God
manifest himself to man.
And we who love
must also dare to keep
the faith.
When those we
love are lost.

Lest weaker spirits,
watching,
should cry out that.
Love's not worth the cost.
And so my Father
take my grief today
as a tribute
to the glory
you sent away.
I lay my
little son in your
arms safe now forever,
from the hurt
and harm.
He would have known,
had he lived.
I give him up,
I drink the
bitter cup reserved
for those who dare
to love and lose.

There is a
nobler duty facing
us than tears.
It is our proud
and shining mission
to express.
Love's rare,
abiding pride and
loveliness.
We,only,
who have lost,
can know that love is worth,

Whatever it may cost.