‘Company of Friends’

A sample from Book 5

  Company of Friends
  
 my Lord†, I'm going to ask
 –you're my ultimate dad
 I can be open like that
  
 I remember friends I had
 how they made me mad
sometimes really sad
 they seemed just a fad
 some made me bad
some made me glad
 –making it feel like a trap
 I want something
more than that
  
 please, Lord†, send to my life
 a more gentle pack
 ones that can make me laugh
 –not concerned
with where I once sat
 when I'm down
they have my back
  
 ones who don't act
 like spoiled little brats
  
 ones who come
no matter where I'm at
 put me back on track
  
 know all my crap
 still– 
to me
take off their hat
  
 ones who do for me
I do for them
 they understand tit for tat
  
 ones who wouldn't dare
attempt to whack
 destroy my pad
or my love
try to hack
  
 ones who look pass
whatever I lack
  
 ones who'd never sack
for this, for that
 our friendship's basic fact
 unconditional love
that's where it's at
  
 my Lord†, that's all I ask
 surround me
with friends like that
 who understand
where the home is at
 that love
is a humble task
 –when I'm sad
 arms around me do wrap
  
 ones who enjoy seeing me laugh
 and know
You† are always
part of my map

(June 2, 2014)—[‘Company of Friends’ was written September 26, 2012.] Reading my personal Facebook page is needed part of my day these days. All my friends’ post build me as well as sometimes makes me sad. It seems everyone is having problems here in there with people not being true to them.

Back in 2012, I felt the brunt of life to its fullest and I prayed hard, really hard. My hurt scared people away. Why? I would ask myself. Shouldn’t the time of pain be the time when friends stuck by you.

Don’t get me wrong I had more friends then than I do now for reasons I don’t know. Or do I? Maybe, my trust level has closed me in. Yes, that’s probably the reason. Friends are important and when you’re going through darkness, it’s hard to figure out who’s your truest of friends. Trust me. I know this feeling well.

I’ll never forget those who came through for me. Now, in the aftermath, learning how to feel again takes time. I guess it’s God’s way of forcing me too actually look at me. Sometimes, a very hard thing to do. Keep holding on. Keep praying. As I will. Love the skin you’re in.

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