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- ~ ~ * My
Friend, Phyzzl * ~ ~
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- Isn't it amazing
- how God
chooses to touch our lives
- in such
loving and diverse ways?
- Could we
ever imagine
- a more
personalized plan for ourselves
- than the one
He gives us?
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- My life has been
filled
- with such a
variety of friends.
- I have taken
in younger friends in high school,
- introducing
them to "just the right people."
- I have been
taken in by a world class athlete
- and
personally trained and encouraged by her.
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- I stood next to my
best friend,
- her Marine
husband overseas,
- while she
gave birth to her second son.
- My children
and I were generously and graciously
- taken into
the home of a woman
- we had never
met before,
- after
leaving a shelter
- for abused
women and children.
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- I have been
held during funerals,
- sat
next to during weddings,
- waited
for during surgeries.
- I've
been cared for,
- given
to and confided in,
- all
in the name of Friendship.
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- And now I have
found myself
- dancing in a
world
- filled with
melodious wisdom,
- laughter,
- wholesomeness,
- humility and
graciousness,
- sung by the
friends surrounding me.
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- My friends are the
notes
- played by
instruments of experience,
- strung by
life-times lived in His light,
- sung audibly
for love...
- love, so
freely given
- in the
precious name of friendship.
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- My girlfriend is
decades my senior,
- her life
fully encompassed
- before I was
even born.
- Her laughter
is melodious,
- filling the
souls of those
- she comes in
contact with.
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- Her voice touches
you deeply inside.
- Her words
hang above heads
- and then
tightly grasped onto
- while
stories of experience
- fill lunch
breaks at Fatburgers in San Clemente.
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- Tear-filled eyes
are consistantly blinked away
- when
suddenly,
- stomaches
begin to roll from bellowing laughter
- pressing the
ocean view windows
- of our
burger joint.
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- What will she bring
to us today?
- Will she
touch our lives by the survival path
- she has
climbed
- or fill us
with harmonious laughter?
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- Her stories fill us
-- fill me...
- With
romantic times of long ago,
- survival
instincts acting with passionate force,
- and the
giddiness of a young woman's day.
- How does He choose
which people
- will come
into our lives and touch our souls?
- How does He
choose which ones
- will become
so tenderly loved
- we'd opt for
them to be blood family?
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- My precious freind,
Phyzzl...
- Thank you
for filling me with your memories,
- portions of
yourself,
- sharing your
time with me,
- generously
giving your love and gentle touch to me.
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- Thank you for
listening to me
- when I
wanted to give up.
- Thank you
for treating me with dignity
- when I
thought I deserved none,
- and you only
barely knew my name.
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- Friendship...
- What a sacred pact
between people
- having made
the decision
- to share in
each other's lives.
- I love you
Phyzzl... I love you so.
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