Friends-God's Blessing

 I praise the Lord for gracious gifts:
Among them, there is you. 
It is your faith
In who I am
In God that guides me through.

When dreams I hold like infants

Fail and crumble into dust,

I lose perspective,
The visions blur,
My heart begins to rust.

I sit with women, their hearts like home,
True fires and comfort abound.
They know who I am; they have desert dreams.
They have heard desire's death sound.

Now drenched with disappointment.
Then gouged by sudden grief,
They have hearts still soft,
Nurturing infant dreams
To soothe the disbelief.

We laugh like children as life reveals
Sweet joy and irony.
We weep women's tears torn by shifting days
Of shock and tragedy.

Lifeboats we are to each other,
Swift, and buoyant with belief.
Shields in sudden sweeping storms,
A compass through the grief.
Surrounding each other
With love and hope
To prevent and turn the harm.
Holding tight to each with truth and faith
Like infants in our arms.