Maybe you’ll want to share this with somebody you appreciate!
OLD FRIENDS Freya Manfred Old friends are a steady spring rain, or late summer sunshine edging into fall, or frosted leaves along a snowy path— a voice for all seasons saying, I know you. The older I grow, the more I fear I'll lose my old friends, as if too many years have scrolled by since the day we sprang forth, seeking each other. Old friend, I knew you before we met. I saw you at the window of my soul— I heard you in the steady millstone of my heart grinding grain for our daily bread. You are sedimentary, rock-solid cousin earth, where I stand firmly, astonished by your grace and truth. And gratitude comes to me and says: "Tell me anything and I will listen. Ask me anything, and I will answer you."
(My thanks to Freya Manfred, via the Poetry Foundation.)
The Gentle Nudge
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This is a lovely poem.
And thank you for posting it.
I do not have to look any further for the right poem to send to my old friends. Here it is --thank you phyllis. This weekend my daughter got married in a glorious ceremony-- one that was --at one time --considered illegal or hidden. Two women in love sharing their vows in front of their community. My long time friends--feminist activists, lovers of life, met the two brides and their younger friends. Over 150 people danced their hearts out, cried tears of deep appreciation. An intergenerational love affairs. The brides’ friends are evolving into someday old friends. M