How do we come to peace when we can't reflect it in our lives?
Washing our hands of one another at the least offense,
Forgetting time and story shared. Not even listing the
Problem to one another or over emphasizing the hurt.
So there is no way to reconnect, no way to come together
Bridging the gap created with stony silence and fading
Into the background of existence, like it never existed.
We keep one another at arms length and not as treasure.
Yes, we are not perfect, but the only way friends grow
Is by calmly knowing the trespasses and in having the
Opportunity to admit the wrongs, openly and honestly
Striving to sit and cry with each other held in the sacred
Wash of forgiveness and healing.