I call them friends,
speak of them pleasantly
in bubbly,
rich tones.
Still the ones close
are built of silence and shadow-
easily dissolved when the
sunsets golden glow
drapes its train over them;
They leave when it is fair,
rather than foul,
days on my eardrums
of breathe and blink,
repeat.
The friend who
sticks closer than a brother
my heart forms a fist to
grip these promises
of faithful presence,
when my soul is blanketed
in lonely.
disue 
I know what you mean. The one friend who is always there, and who never runs from you, but you run to Him. I believe God is willing to communicate, but we must surrender. I find surrender is daily for me. I love reality, and how much more can you have reality when you know God, because of Jesus Christ. I wish you well, and that this Christmas season will be wonderful.
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I hope you have a Merry Christmas! I like your blog, because of how direct you are.
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Thank you . I believe we have had a wonderful year on Word Press. I value what you say.
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