Each friend sends up a beacon light
to guide me home on a straight path
Your song, in my ear or in my heart, pulls me
into the feathered nest of belief and trust.
The memory of our time together, soon or late,
transmutes any pain into a reason for life.
Someone said it takes ten thousand efforts to get it right,
to learn perfection. I remember our ten thousand and first joke,
our ten thousand and first laugh, our ten thousand and first
peaceful silence. Your life is a temple, dear friend.
My prayers soar up from here.
-------------------------------------------------------(rhonda)
I like the 'ten thousand and first...' idea - this will stay with mefrom this poem
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