Remembered Friends
As strangers we did meet within
a garden and a trail
and spoke and laughed and loved the path
and wished it not to fail
For friendship soon emerged like seeds
a closely planted pair
growing near and bending for
the light and shade to share
And sunlight rain and secret pain
and wind and seasons blow
but youthful cheer and being near
did move us on to grow
But time and travels move and turn
like wind upon a flame
so tender planted faith was burned
'til only ash remained
And I in folly thought it best
to leave the ash and burn
for why hold on to something gone
that never can return
But yesterday I took a walk
along the banks of time
that lead me down a buried path
this very spot to find
I recognized the scattered ash
but in the center stood
a tree of beauty from the ash
a strong and living wood
With sorrow I beheld the ash
the darkness left behind
but darkness only made the leaves
with brighter colors shine
I traced along a turning bough
the timeline of a soul
a dance of joy accompanied by a
a song from sadness sown
The unexpected detour of
a turning broken limb
the sorrow and the glory both
were felt at once within
A flood of joy; a quiet tear
reflecting for awhile
my softened soul expanding with
the memory of a smile
And so I came to understand
an old forgotten line
that friends at first are friends at last
and knew that you were mine
~ Geoff Groberg
a garden and a trail
and spoke and laughed and loved the path
and wished it not to fail
For friendship soon emerged like seeds
a closely planted pair
growing near and bending for
the light and shade to share
And sunlight rain and secret pain
and wind and seasons blow
but youthful cheer and being near
did move us on to grow
But time and travels move and turn
like wind upon a flame
so tender planted faith was burned
'til only ash remained
And I in folly thought it best
to leave the ash and burn
for why hold on to something gone
that never can return
But yesterday I took a walk
along the banks of time
that lead me down a buried path
this very spot to find
I recognized the scattered ash
but in the center stood
a tree of beauty from the ash
a strong and living wood
With sorrow I beheld the ash
the darkness left behind
but darkness only made the leaves
with brighter colors shine
I traced along a turning bough
the timeline of a soul
a dance of joy accompanied by a
a song from sadness sown
The unexpected detour of
a turning broken limb
the sorrow and the glory both
were felt at once within
A flood of joy; a quiet tear
reflecting for awhile
my softened soul expanding with
the memory of a smile
And so I came to understand
an old forgotten line
that friends at first are friends at last
and knew that you were mine
~ Geoff Groberg
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