She sits there.
At least in my mind she does.
She sits there, oblivious
to all the things she did
and all the things she said
and all the things she is
and all the things she isn’t.
I can’t take it.
I saw her indifferent finger,
cast against the sunset sky,
gently swoop down
and barely kiss
the glass lake.
I saw the ensuing ripples.
Felt it underneath me
as I got caught up in the motion,
seasick of the drama,
of the questions,
of the sides,
of the knowing that she did all of this
and she doesn’t care.
My insides rage.
But my heart . . .
but my heart tells a different story.
My heart says she’s still a friend.
My heart says to serve others,
to show the mercy and grace and love and forgiveness
that Christ has shown me.
And my insides rage,
buck like an untamed horse
at having to be controlled by love
and forgiveness . . .
and understanding.
Understanding . . .
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand how someone
could do this.
I don’t understand how someone can
be so delicate and dainty
yet be Death’s destructive minion.
I don’t understand how she could do this
and not care and think it’s not a big deal–
like she didn’t just send a tsunami across this lake.
I don’t understand how I can be so enraged–
when I know that when I look at her,
when I look at the reflection of that glass lake . . .
I see me.
I’m a tumbling mess of conflicted emotions.
Part of me is red with rage and the
spilled blood of ruined friendships,
but another part of me is the bloom of a
white rose, peace and love and forgiveness
gently folded within the petals.
She is me and I am her and we are . . .
friends with a rippled lake between us.
And I’m the one who must take that first step across the ripples.
Not her.
And I don’t know what that makes me . . . what that makes her.
Wow, This is so deep. I see your experiences with your roommates and others during your college years . You have dealt with immaturity, selfishness, blame and jealousy. You have come out above all that. With the love and help of God and your family you will soar in the direction that God has planned for you.
Love, g-ma
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