The Stranger from the Past

Years had passed and then they met again.
He saw a face once dear, now strange and so did she, in equal range.
Their faces blank, no hint of feeling there,
their voices curt, stripped of warmth or care.

Martha turned, she walked away,
her head reeling from that strain that day.
She traced the path she came along,
Her mind  wandered back to youthful days.

She saw again his bright, bright smile,
His teasing eyes that stayed awhile.
We’d chosen paths, had gone our ways,
but still, unease within remains.

"Some friendships fade like morning dew,"
The emptiness in that relationship simply cannot be renewed.

Thank you, God, my friend so true,
who stays when all have walked from view.
Who'll never leave, nor turn away,
but holds me close, both night and day.
You lift me up, you help me stand 
you uphold me with your righteous right hand.    (Isaiah 41:10)