Friends

Friends

Learning, weak by week, friends aren't nouns,

that just sort of sit there and take up space,

but they are verbs, running in our life's race,

with us everywhere we go as love abounds.

We have found what when things get harried,

it is by their acts of simple generous kindness,

that our fogs of self pity lift over our messes,

after being treated with O'Briening, Gualtieried,

and bouts of Tuckering, Joe and May Louing,

Tom and Bething, Nick and Dawning, Wayned,

and treats of Tessed, Sadlering, Browned, Muaed,

Brehonying; all fine fabrics of connection glueing.

Don't have enough lines for all the names reporting

as our verbs, but we'll be to others verbs supporting.

Anniversary 31

 

Anniversary 31

On Holy ground, Moses' lover said: “I AM.”

Wandering in my own wilderness, found you,

I heard, “She is who she is, and that's true!

You'll not give her a heart entrance exam!”

You are who you are; all part of one gift!

My passion? Find ways to give thanks for

wholeness of you without keeping score;

of pluses or minuses that I'd want to shift.

The space between us is as Holy ground,

as any place that we have stopped to pray,

to hear “I AM” urge us take moment to stay,

treasuring each other, all the world around.

More than three decades of memory filled,

past isn't past when we've a future to build.