“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Monday, August 22, 2016


I witness an old friend’s true evil –
in crisis, the mask briefly let slip.
Someone once told me, 
‘He has no heart’.
Mine now feels crushed in my chest.

The well-pruned rose stems
nod in the breeze. The sun shines
on the succulents in the far corner.
The trees are unchanged.
I breathe deep.

But everything has changed.

#awakeaugust day 22


  1. That is such a hurt. A betrayal that truly does change everthing.

    1. Yes. (Not something done to me personally; something he forgot to conceal from me. But I can't un-know it now.)


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