Friendship

Words of destiny.

No wandering star, no turn of the die,
No random whisper beneath the vast sky.
The veil of illusion, it starts to unwind,
Revealing a deeper design for the mind.
What we label as chance, or a twist of the thread,
Is purpose forewoven, in all that is said,
And all that unfolds, from far-reaching past,
To connections intended, meant firmly to last.

 

For every new face, and each gaze that you meet,
Each path that converges, on life\'s busy street,
Is etched in the ledger, precisely drawn true,
A part of your journey, uniquely for you.
From sunrise\'s first blush to the twilight\'s soft grace,
A soul comes to meet you, in time and in place.
No meeting mistaken, no spirit astray,
Each bears a clear purpose, lighting your way.

 

Some walk by your side with a lesson to lend,
A wisdom to share, on which paths to transcend.
They challenge your views, open eyes to the blurred,
A difficult question, a powerful word.
They prod you to grow, though the growing feels raw,
Expanding your limits, defying all flaw
Of comfort and fear, till you rise and you reach,
The profound understanding, they\'re destined to teach.

 

Then others arrive, with a balm for your pain,
A gentle hand offered, through sunshine and rain.
They mend the old wounds that you thought would not close,
A comforting presence, where empathy grows.
They offer forgiveness, or help you forgive,
Reminding your spirit, how truly to live.
With solace and kindness, their spirits embrace,
They step into destiny, purely to heal.

 

And some, oh the precious, with hearts open wide,
Are given to love you, and walk by your side.
They mirror your joy, and they vanquish your sorrow,
A promise of grace, for each dawning tomorrow.
A bond undeniable, timeless and deep,
Secrets you cherish, and promises keep.
They see your true essence, beyond every flaw,
A love without question, fulfilling its law.

 

So look at each sunrise, each person you greet,
From fleeting encounter to soulmate\'s sweet feat.
No moment is empty, no connection is slight,
Each thread in the tapestry, gleaming with light.
A cosmic design, woven fine and so vast,
Where every dear meeting is meant to forever last,
In the lessons it leaves, in the comfort it brings,
In the love that forever, eternally sings.