A visitation by a former friend!
We smile through her betrayal, and God’s,
and beyond mutual pretence
at ignorance of careless thoughtlessness.
Both disregard disdain for blessings received.
Who is the most guilty? Time will tell.
Confession to me; and God, and now you, know my heart.
Pouring comfort into a bucket with no bottom,
she achieves forgiveness, and I write a poem.