Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Silent Witness

St Thomas once said
there is nothing
on this earth
more to be prized
than true

I am a witness
to your goodness
and the Light
that always shone
through you
Never did my
steps find harm,
always a sure path

There is only sadness
at your kindness
The loss of friendship
is such excruciating pain.
I did not always notice her
paths unwinding
but now I can
see into the clues
that were always there.

Why such poison
to herself and all around,
a heart that closed
and will not open,
snapped shut in
bitterness on barren soil.

I am witness to
your goodness
I remain a silent one
my heart always listening
to hear the echo of
your warm and loving heart
my friend.

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