Treasures


a poem by Ron Carnell

Friends

It’s so hard to find the perfect breeze,

One blowing none too hard nor soft,

Carrying a scent of wild flowers,

And moving clouds about aloft.

It’s so hard to find the perfect sky,

One blue and deep and bright,

Carrying a sense of openness

With geese and wrens in flight.

It’s so hard to find the perfect night,

One warm, quiet and unflawed,

Carrying a mood of solitude,

And a closeness to our God.

Yet no perfection’s so hard to find

As that which you extend

And none I’ll ever treasure more,

Than to simply be your friends.

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