Friend

A special title given That I do not take so light For those both true and driven In whose presence I delight Hearts that I crashed in to Or have slowly come to know Connect by what we’ve been through Little friendships start to grow Sometimes I take slow, long walks Through this garden we call life Listening to inner talks Caught in troubled thoughts and strife And I come across a space That once was dry and bare Now filled with exuberance and grace And I feel bound to stop and stare Never cease to wonder With the blessings I’m bestowed That God has got my number Because my garden overflowed