Freindship

Why. Why, when I had tried so hard,
was my attempt so failed?
A word so quietly spoken.
A meaning softly veiled.
My utterance had been to lift
another’s spirits higher.
The thoughts I had,
the words I spoke,
to this end did conspire.
And yet I thwarted,
now aghast sit still in wonderment.
My meaning so intent on care,
now sullen sits thus spent.
Do I now try to rectify, to show,
that though my words so stumbled,
I chose to be here now.
It was my will, my choice, my joy
to be here for my friend.
Of course I know, I’ll not allow,
for it this way to end.
Of course I know I cannot help,
to try again to speak,
such words of comfort that I can,
to somehow bring you peace.
For Christ has given me new life
and though you may not know it,
my love for you that day I died,
increased.
I hope,
I pray,
I show it?

Rain Rain...

Rain thunders its repetition,

pounding the receiving surface.

A storm encapsulated, breaks on impact,

from one drop, flooding, drenching.