friend . . .

friend

today it was in my spirit

just as it is any other day

i was consumed with the urge

to sit and exact just what you mean to me

friend

i started to grab my pen and pad

but i elected to use the electronic apparatus instead

my computer

and as i took inventory

and started to compute

about what you mean to me

i became overwhelmed

for there were so many friends

i held consciously in my heart

i then began to search in the depths of my mind

for metaphors

and adjectives

i could express

and give back to you

about all that you do

in the enhancement

of my life

my heart

my thoughts

and my being

friend

there are many who have over the years told us

that friend meant such things as

trust

being there

acceptance

love and such

but what i cherish the most

my friend

is the touch

the feel of your presence

yes, that is my present

and i am embracing it now

my friend

many of you have faces

that i have never seen

up close an personal

but that is ok

friendship should not be held to such standards anyway

and i sit here searching for that next line

as i try to define

within the confines

of my searching mind

and though i may somewhat express

i must confess

that it is more about the blessing

of how my countenance shines

and my soul sings

of the grandeur of this present

your presence

friend

i know that you know

that we are connected

perhaps that is what friends expose in us

that ability to trust

in our greater selves

you friend touch that special spirit

of who i am

and i am grateful

yes i am thankful

to call you

friend

(c) 29 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.