My Friend

You cannot often tell when a friend begins to be a friend;
maybe when you first notice things that others do not see;
or find the friend a safe haven for your inmost guarded self.

There is friendship in a simple cup of tea, even shared in silence.
For silence is understood by the other instinctively.
There is joy in discovered insights you just can't wait to reveal.

The unfolding of a new day brings unexpected gifts
that stir the soul within and draws you closer then before.
How lovely are the moments we spend rehearsing the symphony of time.

Moments like these bring a familiar warmth and comfort. 
A knowing that even the wind and rain cannot disturb.
For my friend spreads His hand to shelter me from storm.

And I speak His name, for He embraces the essence of my life. 


copyright 5/7/2015