A friend of mine is doing poorly. I miss him, and he has been asking for me. I’ve spent my life being harassed, ignored, and stepped on in the usual ways, and by the usual people. . . girl friends, co-workers, and strangers.
When a friend is down it matters to me, and there is not much else to do but go to them. All we have in this life is those who matter to us.
For all the arguments, for all the entanglements, and for all the lies people fight to release themselves from, they’re all forgotten in kind words from a friend. And to hear one of those friends has been ill, and asking for you can break a heart long since resigned to being black, cold, and hard as diamonds.
Love is all that matters in the end.
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Okay,
Father Luke
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