Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
If you have never been betrayed—stabbed in the back, coldly and deliberately, by someone you thought was a friend, someone you were sure you could trust—you have missed a most instructive experience. But don’t worry. If you live long enough, it is coming. The blessed benefit I got from this most painful of lessons was a deeper identification with Christ in His sufferings. “Oh,” I gasped. “Now I understand. You did that for me!”
Did their eyes meet before he turned away?
Although the Lord had prophesied the gist,
He seemed affected by that final twist.
So much a simple gesture could convey:
A friendship you would think could last the day
Evaporating like the morning mist.
And he was not the first to be so kissed;
The question echoes still, “Et tu, Brute?”
So much a simple gesture can convey.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD