My Poems

For Friends Too Many to Name {a #poem}

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.

—–

Summer is a time for visiting friends & writing poetry. You can read more of my poems HERE

 

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9 Comments

  • Megan Willome

    Love this: “weathered our own wearying / waves of life, lapping at the edge / of our friendship”

  • Sandra Heska King

    “waves of life, lapping at the edge

    of our friendship”

    Grateful for those friendships the waves haven’t been able to wash away.

  • Nancy Ruegg

    Long-lasting friendships ARE a miracle. Thank you, Jody, for your beautiful words to celebrate the blessings!

  • Lisa notes...

    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.

    • Jody Lee Collins

      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.

  • Simply Darlene

    “weathered our own wearying waves of life” <– i like this bit best.

    Thanks for sharing…blessings to you!

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