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If a friend will not take up your cause
Or risk their own comfort for your survival
If they leave you alone in distress
Only take from you what is easy and gainful
Won’t walk even the first mile in less than perfect weather
Best you know soon and walk on alone
Keep up acquaintance
But hold your heart and your secrets
For the true blue
Who love you in the good
Stand by when darkness threatens overhead
Friends to be trusted with the heart are so rare
When found
Lock arms and shelter
Give your best in their worst
Be all you desire in a friend
Even if someone you do right
Does wrong along the way
If you’ve given love’s treasures
They are sure to find the path back
Sow with reaping in view

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Too little too late
Nothing at all
Gaps of kindness
Throw it into
A free fall
Once the words are spoken
The look of disregard
Neglect, failure to see
It can blast a chasm so wide
Or erode a natural bridge
Meant to uphold many feet
Back turns
Door locks
Key thrown into the canyon or buried at sea
Knowing the truth sets you free
Once you have walked away
Looking back holds no possibility

Can time tear the heart from it’s mooring
Life’s weariness break the bonds of an intentional love story
Is there rest when ripping winds
Pull through the sails, the bow bending
Waves come across so stern
Voices of moments past crying out
Good times and bad all merge in chorus
Will the memories hold together against tides relentlessness
The salty water of prayer filled tears fall on the deck
Preserving the lives of those on the ship
When it leans again into the break
Still intact
The passengers clinging to the mast
Holding on below
Praying that hull won’t crack
Sick on the sea sometimes
The ride is rough
Then from the midst of the tempest
Comes the voice of peace
Saying “Be still, Divine love can calm the wildest sea.”

Wanna write my own story sometimes
Leave out the sad
Make it all happy
Erase the chapters where things turn bad
Leave off the parts where human frailty causes suffering and pain
Get to that fairy tale ending without all the trouble and strain
Letting life unfold in dramatic detail is unnerving, suspenseful,
The struggle is real
After bitter they say can come sweet
If you root out the feelings that seek to take you underneath
No ones life is in their own control
No matter how much money or power or beauty they hold
A wonderful life means learning to suffer well
To overcome the many negatives common to all
Even if we could fully manage
ourselves
Do every little thing perfect
We can never do that to anyone else
Our lives depend on relationships
That live and breathe
Some die, or change or fail miserably
Living in Joy and Peace requires rebound and commitment to release
Being able to let go, let God, get on, not give up
It takes skill and love, being both tender and tough
No one can write their tale end to beginning
The plot twists will come just from living

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Such a beautiful tableau imagined
The palette of the picture so pure
The colors designed elegantly
Over many years the image emerged
The frame was hanging in the gallery
Awaiting the finished work
The guards were on their lunch break
Eating sandwiches and cups of perk
When they heard the artists quarreling
O’re how to fill in the blank spaces
That needed just a little more paint here and there on the canvas
Into the spacious loft they rushed to see what was going on
The masterpieces long awaited,
Were scheduled soon to be hung
Oh NO, they blinked, not believing their eyes
How can this have happened so close to opening night
The pictures meant to be blended into a single frame
Were now separated and lying still instead of animated
Paint all over the floor, flung up on the walls
Tattered pieces of paper thrown down on the ground
Faces flushed, tempers flared
Hearts in flux, sorrow in the air
For a moment it seemed possible that
It could still be fixed,
If only the right thing could be said or done or perhaps a magic kiss
No wand was raised, no enchanted sword came to cut the thick air
No words could mend the thoughts in the heads or the things already sunk in from the painful exchange which happened there
So the guards cleared the room, took the paintings away
Each to a loft to be finished for another display
Beautiful still, and more every day, surely to be completed and set in another pair of frames
The Master artist must be trusted for these others were merely His bond slaves
Flawed in their understanding, yet trying the best to paint by numbers in their way
No piece of beauty wasted by the Commissioner of the Arts
No heart ache unmeasured or unseen by God
All will be blended into the new work
All will be seen, the tapestry of hurt
Mixed with such beauty as the true colors become brighter
As sorrow brings out joy never understood until tempered by the fire.