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To a Friend...
To a Friend
Aeons hence, when all the world was new;
Before our God, in His good grace,
Defined the profiles of the trees;
Before He’d drawn the ragged land from out the foam;
And e’en before He’d set the mighty sun upon its course,
He bent His gaze upon a future scene
In which He saw, Omniscient One,
A person, not unlike myself, lonely and alone,
Bruised and scarred, not in body, but in soul;
Aching, wounded, not in body, but in heart.
From falseness, treachery, deceit.
And mercifully did He set in place
A remedy for which that person craved;
An unguent, a balm to mitigate that loneliness
Brought on by perfidious friends and lovers in the past
And God, perceiving that, to alleviate the pain
Of treachery and hurt, devised a plan;
And at one sure stroke created He a one
Whose loyalty none ever could reproach;
A soul who perfidious acts abhorred
Who detested and despised such base forms.
And God created such a one
Who waited in the wings of that lost soul’s life,
To step upon his stage at some later date.
And by that presence, bring a balm; an antidote to pain
To soothe the unhappy, aching heart
To make that heart and soul to sing.
Before the start of time God devised this plan;
And to the plan He gave a name.
And the name… a simple word.
He called that person, Friend.
He called that person, You.