To a New Friend

Collecting friends; that’s what I do.
Not long ago, I added you.
I’m always watching out to find
A kindred soul or sharpened mind.

At one time I was all alone,
A fortress I had made of stone,
That is, I sought my heart to guard
For friends were rare, and love was hard.

If God is real, then I must tell:
He came into my private hell;
He broke the gates, and crushed the stone,
And left me not to wait alone.

But God, more vast than sky and sea
Bestowed more kindness upon me:
He let me glimpse his boundless grace
With, now and then, a human face.

Collecting friends: That’s what I do.
Not long ago, I added you.

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About therevr

A human being, striving to become more so.

Posted on August 24, 2009, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Hello,,

    i like the poem,,
    i can relate who wrote this poem,,,

    some more poem

    about bestfriend ,,

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