Poem February 6, 1984 Issue

Friendship

MARGARET M. N. HIGSON

Our friendship is a young and tender plant:
It's not a tree to hang our dreams upon
Or bear the weight of mortal mind's demands.
It needs the light that we reflect from Soul;
It needs the gentle nurture Love provides;
It needs our patience: growth may not be swift,
But we'll rejoice to see each leaf unfold,
The stem grow strong, each tiny flower appear.
And if it droops, we'll water it with love
And keep it firmly grounded in the truth.
We'll stand it in the window of our life
That it may cheer the hearts of passers-by,
And as it gently grows, its fragrance sweet
Will bless ourselves and everyone we meet.

MARGARET M. N. HIGSON

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