Words of destiny.

Friendship


Notice of absence from Friendship
Going away on vacation.

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.

  • Author: Friendship (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2025 08:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Nothing is a coincidence. Every soul you meet is written in your destiny to teach you. to heal you, or to love you.
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  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange, Damaso, Salvia.S 🌹
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  • sorenbarrett

    For those that believe in destiny this poem speaks, telling of how everyone you encounter has a purpose and shapes you in your journey. Very nicely crafted with rhyme this poem speaks of being transformed. Well done my friend

  • Cheeky Missy

    Yes, forsooth. That's what I've cherished about the varied individuals I've known through the years and circumstances in which we've engaged, each giving my perspective a wealth or otherwise would have lacked enhancing my little sphere. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a delightfully haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    This is luminous, my friend. Every stanza glows with purpose and interconnectedness…the sense that nothing is wasted, no encounter meaningless. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • Salvia.S 🌹

    Beautifully written —it is gentle, reflective, and full of meaning. It speaks to the idea that every encounter in life has a purpose, and it does so with grace and warmth. Lovely work. A fave ❤️

  • arqios

    The poem "Remember" reflects on a once-deep friendship forged through shared creativity, where silent understanding and acceptance flourished as two friends shaped clay and stories together. Time’s passage has replaced that warmth with distance, leaving the speaker feeling unseen and unaccepted for who they’ve become. Holding onto the vivid, bittersweet memory of those golden moments, they now walk a solitary path, carrying both the beauty of what was and the ache of what’s been lost.



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