You're only down, 'cause you're not out;
who could take away the sun?
You might frown, just don't pout;
your life's not finished just undone.
Don't be afraid of the thread that unravels;
I think you've been here before.
Don't listen to fools with their babble;
just live this through and explore.
I'll be over here in the cheering section,
a better kind of fool for you.
Speaking some words as a joyful injection;
my joy to be your friend true.
Expect to learn new things of self,
your handling this like a champ.
Courageous you are, admitting for help;
you have my approving stamp.
I'm over here, to love and not judge;
I'm sure you've had your fill.
I won't prod; I dare not begrudge;
just cups of humor to spill.
Then at the end I'd like to be
near with a cup of some wine.
We'll look back, maybe we'll see
as gold from fire you're refined.
So take these words, bathed in love;
the basket that holds is support.
And when you're ready, fly like a dove,
to us with writes to cavort.
It occurs to me you might need love
in the form of a little patience
to light on you, like a gentle dove,
for your sorrow as a kind of remittance.
So here I am, with the love of a friend,
and a willing ear to lend.
I'll give you a laugh; hope I'll send;
my aim: your heart to mend.
For Billie Jo M. a dear non-Christian friend. Please pray accordingly. Thank you.
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