"Friends"
This friend painted me
A watercolor wolf.
This one offered me
A room if things got tough.
This one still laughs about
My young son's silly ways.
This one sent a card
Arriving when I felt malaise.
This one said in school I
Helped her feel included.
This one carried light
When all colors seemed muted.
Friends not often called on,
Yet, often in my heart,
Lord, help me to treasure them
Now as at the start.
November 1:
Today the rocks are silent
As the flame grass raises
Its wavering hands in praise,
Your wind igniting the world
Outside and in.
I feel your invitation
Underneath my skin,
Everywhere I look
Your kingdom is crashing in.
I gather from her post
She's traveling in Peru
Together with her daughter
To climb Machu Picchu.
I haven't called her lately
Nor have I left my chair
Sure, I've learned her whereabouts
But our friendship is nowhere.