I’m been thinking about friendship this week. Love and friendship.
Friendship comes in so many guises. Most of us have friends we see regularly; those who share a large part of our lives and know us inside out. If we are lucky, we have partners who are our soul mates; we can finish their sentences, know what they are thinking without having to ask, and indeed would not wish to imagine life without them. Sometimes we have friends we only see perhaps once a year, perhaps because they are a distance away, yet we immediately pick up where we left off when we do see them.
Our friends are there for us when times are hard, and we are there for them.
There are friends too, who we have just met, and there are some waiting in the wings. Tonight we dinned on a delicious, organically grown squash, given to us by a new friend who had grown it and harvested it for us. Roasted gently with a sprinkling of turmeric, we could almost taste the love that had nurtured it.
I like to think we all have a friend we can rely on. Sometimes, though, we need extra special help. When that north wind blows and we need sheltering for a while, it’s surprising how help can appear just when we least expect it.
‘Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for in doing so some have entertained angels unawares.’
A Friend Indeed
I was standing by the window
Staring out to space
Wondering if I could find a friend
To stop me feeling out of place.
Then out of nowhere you appeared
With your jolly point of view,
Taking life so lightly
That I believed in you.
I don’t know where you came from;
Were you just out of sight
Like the sun, waiting behind the clouds
To dazzle me with light?
You seemed to gather my sadness,
And discard it, like a cloak
I’d never need to wear again,
With one uplifting stroke.
You gave me help to find my way
To somewhere I belong,
Gave me your time, just like a gift
I’d waited for so long.
I don’t know where you came from
But you changed my point of view;
Your heart is surely golden
And I believe in you.
© Lyn Halvorsen
My Friendly Heart
When the north wind blows
And your world is grey,
My friendly heart
Hears all you say.
Call my name
In your darkest night
I’ll find a way
To bring you light.
And if your world
Is tumbling down,
I’ll wrap you
In a fleecy gown,
Feed you soup
And bring you wine,
For your life is
A part of mine.
© Lyn Halvorsen
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