The
Daily Travesty
No man unless he has died, and learned to be
alone, will ever come into the mystery of touch.
D.H. Lawrence,
"Initiation Degrees"
RE: "Friends" (a piece submitted by a reader two weeks
ago)
searching for the strength
afraid of
finding it
knowing the truth is harsh to hear
harder even to
tell
the doubts and questions
that consume
the fear of the unbelieveable
so many things seem impossible
what once
seemed so strong
is now in shambles
but for love and friendship
one takes a chance
only to find the pain it
caused
there is much that happens
life is ever twisting, ever turning
people
change and move on
leaving behind those who loved them
can we believe the truth
and who do we believe it from
i say only what
i know
what i heard and felt
if honesty is the best policy
why does it hurt
if i had known
the pain the truth would cause
perhaps i would have
never said a word
-- Autumn Firedancer
The Cost of love is grief, but have no
fear
For those who love can hold some comfort
near
Remembering that love is like the
soul
And cannot die, but lives forever
whole
Beyond the spheres of science or of
charm
It shines, untouched by common hurt or
harm
And through the fabric of our mortal
lives we rend
True love begun, can never know an
end.
So those who love must know within their
heart
That though two souls are made to
part
That parting last no longer than a
sigh
In God's great scheme, and... by and
by
A gentle waking, free of hurt and
pain
And we shall stir, and wake, and rise
again
Then, side by side and forever it shall
be
In paradise we'll live, for all
eternity.
Author unknown