Years and miles evaporate
like the season’s new-birthed fog,
leaving the strong, bright gleam of
friendship lighthouse true.
Holding true like the trees weathered
through decades of sun as we
weathered our own wearying
waves of life, lapping at the edge
of our friendship, threatening
to erode the years of tears
and laughter, the space and distance
breakers in between.
In between we hold on, reach
out past the yesterdays touching this
day as we raise high our glasses
crystal etching the air, the glittering sound
noting the miracle we are still here.
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Summer is a time for visiting friends & writing poetry. You can read more of my poems HERE
Love this: “weathered our own wearying / waves of life, lapping at the edge / of our friendship”
“waves of life, lapping at the edge
of our friendship”
Grateful for those friendships the waves haven’t been able to wash away.
Yes, indeed, grateful for the bedrock friendships. Thanks for reading, friend.
Long-lasting friendships ARE a miracle. Thank you, Jody, for your beautiful words to celebrate the blessings!
I have a list of those friends, too, Jody. SO grateful for them and for God who has kept the cords of friendship tight through the years.
You’re right, Lisa, it IS God who has kept the cords of friendship tight. The friend I had in mind was someone I celebrated my (64th!) birthday with this summer; we’ve known each other for 50 years. She doesn’t know Jesus (yet) but I’m grateful to God she has stayed in my life.
“weathered our own wearying waves of life” <– i like this bit best.
Thanks for sharing…blessings to you!
Thank you, Miss Darlene. I’m guessing you’ve got some friends like this, too.
True friends…it’s worth it💕