When I feel betrayed, and I am primed to let accusations fly, I take a breath–
at least this time I will–
and realize I have truly been betrayed,
but not by You, my Provider, but
by my expectations and dreams–even the American dream.
What have I done with my resources?
How much time has been spent in accumulating, building, and outfitting a nest
for my 3 score and 10? I feel betrayed,
but not by You, my Lover,
but by all the things that I have loved.
[Another uncommon prayer starts here.]