TREASURED FRIEND
By Cherie Dawn Mills
You are my hope.
You meet me where I am, and love me there—
not pushing, nor blaming, but only rejoicing
with me, or lending me your handkerchief.
You gently hold me earthbound in the blackness
of my fears, or during my endangerment from
fights of fantasy.
You do not fear the depths of my weakness,
nor the heights of my strength.
You see in me the wondrous possibilities
that my sins and sorrows and daily concerns
have caused me to forget.
Your love empowers me to give my love to others—
to mold the dirty clay of my feet into
sparkling angel wings.
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