On Friday I was so sad
I prayed to see
someone
if only to make
my sadness less sore
I almost missed
my friend
Though I was
two behind her in the store
You put her
there
and I hardly
saw her
Even though
she’s been a dear, dear friend
When I did see
her, I could not recall her name
I was so spent.
Sorrow
Sorrow hides
Sorrow blinds
and shrouds and hurts
I think I
understand why the disciples
missed you at
first
Her name is
Bonnie
She is a sweet
child and lamb
No sorrow is so
great that it erases
Jesus’ plans
