Lines to a departed Friend
An inch, a foot, a yard, a chain
a mile and many another
Apart in body, yet in vain
for Spirits join together.
The written word rubs out the mile
and leaves a chain between us
The spoken word conveys a smile
'Tis but a Yard between us.
A mile, a chain, a yard, a foot
an inch, a little over
Thoughts do our hearts together put
as bees come close to clover.
The bidden thoughts wipe out the yard
and leaves an inch between us;
Then Spirit's self unites, unbarred
The living souls within us.
The water is deep, for faltering feet
The slippery stones are wet and unkind
to the weary heart and the tired mind:
The water is cold, to the unbold.
"Help me to try" -
The rippling water is cool and slow
to the heart and mind that is ready to go..
To such a prayer, the stones rise clear.