We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
[Marianne Williamson]

Saturday, January 17, 2009

B is for... beautiful

Well, folks, Friday is here again. Time for my combined poetry and photo challenge :) If you are here just for the photo, scroll to the bottom of the post.

This week has been quite an exciting one for me, as my best friend from high school - whom I have not seen or heard from in over eighteen years - discovered my website and sent me an email.

I have said before that I have trouble writing poems for people I love, but I really wanted to celebrate this special occasion, so today's poem is a series of rondolets for my friend. It's sappy and sentimental, and a bit bewildered, but you'll have to forgive me, because right now, that's how I feel!

For Vivienne

Isn't it strange?
I close my eyes and think of you.
Isn't it strange
how passing years can rearrange
our hopes and dreams, but as we grew
our hearts remembered friendship true?
Isn't it strange?

Isn't it strange?
I close my eyes and feel your hands.
Isn't it strange
to wonder what we each would change;
to feel the pull of new demands
and know the other understands?
Isn't it strange?

Isn't it strange?
I close my eyes and hear your voice.
Isn't it strange?
As full-grown women we exchange
our teenage hearts and still rejoice
in love that makes a timeless choice!
Isn't it strange?

And now for this week's photo inspired by the letter 'B'! A little beauty for your viewing pleasure - a butterfly, and a rose in bloom.

Today's Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Karen Edmisten.

For more ABSee photos, visit The Homeschool Blog.


Anonymous said...

Two beautiful things--friendship undaunted by the years, and a rose!! (We are below zero and covered in snow at my house. Boy, do I miss flowers. Anything green.)

Btw, I love the Williamson quote in your sidebar. I had to save it.

Tricia said...

I love your poem. I have a high school friend whom I only see once a year. Each time, it's like we've never been apart.

Enjoy your rekindled friendship!

Fiddler said...

Schelle, those lyrics need a melody! Your poem would make a great song. Thanks for sharing it. I really loved how it captured how we think of "old" friends.

Mary Lee said...

Your poem and Kelly Fineman's resonate with each other this week!

Makes me long for a reconnection surprise in my inbox!

Yat-Yee said...

I know exactly what you mean by exchanging teenage hearts as grown people.

Steff said...

wow I cant imagine viv as anything but a bowie and femms loving teenager :)