I’m longing.

What ever happened to all of those beautiful friendships that I allowed to slip?  With what regret do I look back and think of how it would be had I chose to be more…

…more loving….

     …more selfless…

         ….more transparent…

               …more…

Regret stings.  Removing masks sting. 

Is there any way I could ?

What about Him?  How often forgotten? How seldom truly sought?

Is this a show?   When will I awake from this dream?  Lord heal me.

Take me out of self.