A voice echoing my words and feelings
across the lake it comes softly,
hauntingly familiar. I know her.
I’ve never met her. But her sound echoes,
a placid refrain nestling eerily in my brain.
Her fears are mine. Her joys too!
Always at the ready with a heady rebuke,
or an endearing worded embrace;
compassion and grace are hers
and she shares their effect gladly.
Sadly, we are two who have never
seen eye to eye to confirm that my reply
matches hers – and hers, mine.
A true sign of friendship that was planted
and is tended daily and weekly,
meekly surrendering to her wisdom
and her Good-ness. It is witnessed
in each poetic ponderance;
caught in this metered dance, taking
every chance to let her know
how much I continue to grow
through her nurturing gentility.
Nothing to fear or loathe;
a heart of gold. Clear and present.
A dear and pleasant stranger.