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To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; I have what so many people in this world You have shared in my pain, as has no other Your unfailing loyalty has been inexhaustible, You accepted me as I was and am; You have buttressed the arrows Our friendship has been tested I'm possessive of our friendship You have earned the greatest title In friendship honor of Marjorie K. Thomas Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, veteran social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. http://www.clergyservices4u.org She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, will be available soon.
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