FRIENDS

I prayed that I might understand
The mysteries of friendship's love,
Held deep within its sacred flower,
Unfolding gently from within
I wonder at this power.
No words need speech, nor written lines
With voice and acts upon upon a stage,
Nor orchestra emloyed.
In subtle tones, a silent action moves within,
Unfolding gently, love's petals rising sweet,
Its width and depth we cannot comprehend,
The mystic joy of that special soul you meet,
That opens wide its gentle beauty held within.
And so upon a silent stage,
Love's mysteries unfold,
Each morning light to rise again
Renewing daily that love held within,
The beauty of a sacred soul held dear.
To change each life, and wonder why
All else has changed, the flowers that
Rise again, each day to shine anew,
Unfolding beauty softly from the heart,
Companions, true to all life in its sphere
Daily treasures from life's font within.