As I sit in contemplation… on the words that I would say;

I’m reminded of a vision…or a dream that came one day.

A thought, a hope, a wish, a prayer…a mind in meditation;

Could bring about, all good things; as was in God’s creation.

But what about the friend so dear,

To tell your troubles to;

and what about the hopes and fears…

 friends would see you through.

I had a vision—no, maybe a dream, of a person whom I haven’t met;

Yet, our paths were preordained… and our friendship already set.

Not knowing when or where we’d meet, but knowing time would tell;

I cling to thoughts, hopes and wishes…and pray for all to be well;

And I would meet that friend so dear to share our lives so free;

And she or he would meet a friend so true… that friend would be Me.