A Blessed Word Called Friend

There's a nameless sort of treasure,

And it need not be defined.

Just enjoy its wordless pleasure;

Let it bring you peace of mind.

There's a word that rests the spirit

When days tire you with their pace,

For you feel a glow inside you

That you borrow from its face.

There's a word the world depends on

In hometowns or foreign land.

It's a warmth that takes no talking;

You can feel it in a hand.

There's a word that's sweet forever;

I'm so glad it knows no end!

Though life's walls around me crumble,

I'll rebuild them with a friend.

        by June Masters Bacher

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