Friends Friends
Though
usually we think alike,
We don't always agree.
But there is something inside you
Touching the heart of me.
A kindred spirit
binding fast -
Respect and honor, too -
And I would not want to lose the part
Of me that's bound to you.
You hear my silent voice call out
And know my hour of pain.
I feel the teardrops on your cheek
That sorrow can't contain.
Sometimes I smile not knowing why,
Then you send me good news.
Sometimes I take a path I know,
In wisdom, you would choose.
So in this tapestry of life
Woven from the Master's plans -
We're friends tied with threads of
Heartlines
And the touching of our hands.
by Shirley Kelly Mears
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