A life lost

The miscarried deserve dignity.

Nature's dealings have a

Soul, drawn 

By the Creator, held

In love. 

All is not well,

Chance and time, place

And history, draw

A cruel line. 

It's a lie 

All is not well.

The meaning is in the holding

And the drawing,

In love, each scar is

A story. 

Truth is,

Each mark is formed,

Drawn, held and precious.

Nothing is wasted.

Everything is made well. 

Whether pulled by human hands,

Whether pushed by Nature's,

All life lost deserves dignity.

Lost life, however drawn,

Malformed, maimed or killed,

Is a tragedy to be mourned. 

This scar will heal,

At its heart a person.

The receiver gives.

The giver weeps.