Letter to a friend

Dear Friend of Mine,

Hope is the ember we hold close to our hearts,

It warms us when the world grows cold,

Soothes us when the days are cruel.

Yet tight as we hold it, nothing can we clasp forever.

When the ground became uneven,

When sadness’ turgid tide washed over me,

I stumbled and through my trembling fingers that glorious light dropped.

I cried out, I searched, I grasped, I screamed,

But there was nothing ‘neath my questing hands.

They glow was gone, and I never thought I’d feel its soothing warmth again.

Then I felt your hand on my shoulder,

And when I turned you held out that lost light to me,

My trembling hands nearly dropped it again,

So you knelt before me, and held it when I could not.

I had known the void of nothingness,

But now, with you here,

I knew I would never be alone again.

-Someone who needs you