A friend comes by
We talk, we laugh, we cry
Every ‘Remember when ..’
A gem, a smile, a sigh…
Down paths of old
We skip with laughing feet
As shadows softly slip along the street
We speak of faith
Of words from ancient days
Till sharp discordance cuts
Our memories of praise
A painful cry
A question bittersweet
Have truth and beauty fallen in the street?
It holds the air
A crystal ache of doubt
Then shatters as a child
Explodes in joyous shout
A word of hope
A single seed of wheat
And truth will rise triumphant in the street
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