A moment at Angel's Rest
You are my intimate friend though our hands have never touched.Hearts talk to Souls and truth binds us as brothers and sisters
like flesh never can or should.
I felt your pain come again but I am slow and could not warn
you in time.
You saw mine and warm tears together brightened both our lives.
Secretly I learned the full lesson of love and it's destinations.
You have shown me both and this time I listened. You are the perfect
teacher, your words are soft and direct.
When my quill calls me it is always tempered now with
your vivid voice.
Get the well my friend for there is much to harvest and many
fields to gleen. Few are the workers like unto you.
M.Bryant
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