“Life’s Craving for a Friend”
Life, an orphan, a child of darkness,
generously craved a hand to hold.
From emptiness, then, she fashioned a friend,
dressed her with space and time
to hold stories and songs as they travel the road,
soft and rugged, high and low, hand in hand,
to the divinity of their Keeper’s Being.
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