Saturday, February 26, 2011

It Well May Be That We May Never Meet Again In This Lifetime

When I am down and out of heart
I head up the hill to my dear friend
When I am hurting & torn a part
She skillfully takes my soul to mend

I am not hers & she's not mine
But I claim her goodness as my guide
She taught me how to grow & shine
To turn & face fear instead of hide

She was kind and true and sweet
She brought me up high when I was low
She could not stand up to her feet
But yet stood taller than most I know

Although she's gone away from here
To a bigger pond in a much bigger wood
I will keep her sweet spirit near
For she has changed my life for good

Rhyme inspired by Cecile Gollub
and by "For Good"