Dearest Friends (Poem)
Morning I wake
To remember and see
My dearest friends
Waiting for me.
The touch of fire
As I moseyed on the
Oh I see! Look at your strength!
Elegance of royalty
Timid, always will be.
Are you not also my teacher?
Subjects such as patience and peace
Yes, my dearest friends are preachers.
Fragile hearts do make a lovely team
Whispers and secrets, only few can believe;
Long and dreary days as it may seem
Are truly the birth of our melody.
Dearest friends, come near to me
Regale my spirit, teach my soul;
Sing me a lullaby, give me rest
Bloom for many days, let me be my best.
“…If leaves had not been let go to fall and wither, if the tree had not consented to be a skeleton for many months, there would be no new life rising, no bud, no flower, no fruit, no seed, no new generation.”- Lilias Trotter, “Parable of the Cross.”