Thursday, March 02, 2006


©Gwen M. Myers

This life will leave you weary
Spattered in filth and alone.
Trying hard to hold on to
Something to call your own.

Wondering what is your failure
Something you’d left unfinished.
Questioning every little action
Given up on what you wished.

And into this internal darkness
Shines a soft and steady light.
That by its simple presence
Begins to set things arght.

A voice you may never hear
Yet you understand every word.
A low, sweet song of reason
That still awakens you hard.

You relearn long-forgotten trust
And open your shuttered heart.
Discovering that trust isn’t misplaced
Believing you can make a new start.

You begin to search for the source
From whence comes your voice.
What source the gentle wisdom
That helps you change your choice.

Stopping by a mirror you glimpse
The source and receiver of this gift.
‘Twas your own soul speaking
Now you will never be adrift.

Then the voice commands you
To seek those whose spirits speak.
And you find you are drawn to them
And with lovely words they speak.

Within the embrace of spirits
Lies our immortal bliss.
That sweet benediction
Never again will you miss.

What name do we call this
The sweet communion?
What label can we give it,
When through it we begin again?

It is called simply, a friend.


At 3:43 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

True friendship is the most amazing gift Gwen. This was just perfect. Thanks!

At 4:18 AM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Lovely, Gwen.
When I am feeling like that, I go out into the night and look up at the stars. For some reason, joy bubbles up in me and I begin to smile.
Never really tried to fathom why - just grateful it still happens.

At 7:46 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

A lovely poem, Gwen. Friendship is a gift, one to be treasured but not taken for granted. Just knowing that she will be there for you when needed, and you will be there for her when she calls is the mark of a true friend. Pure friendship, I believe, is the finest and most lasting of relationships.


At 7:58 AM, Blogger Anita Marie Moscoso said...

This is a pleasure to read, thank you for sharing it.

Anita Marie


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