Reflections on how I excel at letting people down.
How horrible to be the one
who lets another down,
ignominy and treachery committed
without a flinch a thought or a frown.
After the fact, it's all too late
for pause, with ill judgement weighing
the conscience,
words well-meant ring all too hollow,
the silence brings lament.
Reparation - what paltry use,
damage and violence exacted;
deep wounds inflicted in an instant
as the dagger of Wantonness is
wielded with mastery.
"Fools despise Wisdom",
so the Proverb runs,
what splendid poverty in which to wallow,
spirit dashed 'gainst Pride's rocks,
the wreck is Passion's afterglow.
Volcanic undercurrents watch over
the soul's groaning,
the fruit of broken relation,
brings mourning, deep mourning.
The Famine of Broken Fellowship,
an event knowing no end,
as the craving to banquet on
forgiveness and restoration rises,
to dine with Healing and Peace.
One ray of light brings hope,
relieving breathlessness of anxious spirit,
the prospect of grace availing,
to unite what's cast asunder.
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