| Friends There always seems to be a friend that's waiting 'round, a road that bends through twisted trails, of unknown woods, where conscience questions, all the shoulds! And yet - the heart cannot be still when love, o'er rides, controlling will. Intentions seek another plan, when glimpse is caught, of out-stretched hand. For who's the fool, if ruled by bounds and new day dawns or trumpet sounds? When all that's been, is left behind, for what is now; that's just as kind! In innocence; a friendly way to share of hope, come ling'ring day. While long the road; perhaps uphill, in friendship shared - made shorter still. For each new friend, may come and go and yet, in life, somehow we know those hours, we walked and shared of glee, or maybe shared of sympathy gave rise to thoughts, that couldn't have been had we not paused ... to talk with them. To all these friends, I've come to know, there always comes a time to grow. So all are one in God, to me Grand giver of Life's mysteries ... Joy A. Burki-Watson |
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