Friends

One day I felt neglected, sad, because a friend had acted bad,

You see this friend had turn to go when she had said her bit and though

I wanted to be heard myself, my words were put back on the shelf.

"Oh God, do people treat you so?" I wailed out as I watched her go,

"And do they ever turn away before they hear what you would say?"

"Oh yes my friend" was his reply and inwardly I knew twas I.

Again my heart and pride were sore at acts that I could not ignore.

While I had walked through the other's glee, no part of it was shared with me.

I was ignored while others shared and both their joy and sorrow bared.

So I again to God returned and asked if he was ever spurned

By those who's road he'd often share, while they act like he isn't there.

"I have," he spoke and pierced my mind. Again, I knew that I've been blind.

If he is God and loves me yet while I ignore, neglect, forget

And still I claim to know his grace and understand his secret place,

How can I hold disdain or rave against the ones he came to save.

He loves me yes, and yet I see that others he loves just as me.

With man or God when on this earth, I must not undermine their worth.

For now I see, when all things end, I do not want to be that friend.

DW 2018