Deep within and hid from faces Drawing on the Father’s graces
Birth of a Friendship
Two feet stood there I tried to hurry past Then my hand grew warm
Merciful Wounds
If it takes the wounds of a cherished friend to teach me more of my Savior, then I welcome them in spite of their pain.
Look Not on the Thorns
Our friendship includes pain Not unexpected, But the pricks are small compared to all We add to one another.
Best Friends
No greater gift can one possess Than friendship such as we have known As kindred spirits we have grown
Friendship
Diamante ~ Friendship Kindred spirits Sharing, giving, trusting...
Someday
Foamy water laps my feet as if to say hello Wet sand crunches and shifts beneath my weight Your sweet voice sings to me...
Enemy Kisses
Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
INSTRUMENTS
Written as a response poem to WEAPONS by Charles Robert Lindholm
Saving My Kisses for You
For though your lips were silent, you said tons with your eyes of blue
And I started to save my kisses in a bottle just for you.
Dark Side of the Moon 
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