Poems of Purpose — Compassion

COMPASSION

HE was a failure, and one day he died.

Across the border of the mapless land He found himself among a sad-eyed band Of disappointed souls; they, too, had tried And missed their purpose.

With one voice they cried Unto the shining Angel in command: ‘Oh, lead us not before our Lord to stand, For we are failures, failures!

Let us hide.

’ Yet on the Angel fared, until they stood Before the Master.

(Even His holy place The hideous noises of the earth assailed.

) Christ reached His arms out to the trembling brood, With God’s vast sorrow in His listening face.

Come unto Me,’ He said; ‘I, too, have failed.

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