Friends

A VERY SMALL ROOM

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As I have taken on years
The things I am unsure about
Demand a beginners mind
Whether I like it or not.

Poo Poo the spiritual tests
And life lessons surely needed
For pearly gate entry.
I am bored with keeping myself shiny.

I like, instead, to brush any dust off
the velvet upholstery on the very few
Crimson armchairs
Set up in my heart.

You see…the friends I love
Beyond reason
Each have their very own
Place to rest in my heart.

No one may ever sit
In someone else’s spot.
It must be this way
Because I said so.

When I love a friend
For all the ways
They keep me right
They get a chair.

Because keeping me right
Is sometimes
A very big job..
I am quite complicated (it is said).

My friends cherish my feelings
Or, I feel they do.
They help me remember myself
When I forget.

I am inspired, challenged and tenderized
Sometimes all in one sit-down.
Their curiosity about big Self and little self
I scramble to catch and keep; wear as perfume.

Because, with my friends I am “Home”
I carry a safe place for them as well.
Often you may find me tending each crimson armchair
With the love and respect any thoroughbred deserves.

Any decorations in this room
Are the tears and stories, celebration and sorrow
Precious in themselves-
And held as such.

There’s not much left to tell
But Tequila has been known
To be shared in communion –
We raise a glass to our good fortune.

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-CA

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5 Responses to “Friends”

  1. Barbara McDaniel on April 25th, 2019

    Hahahaha!! I’m seated and ready!
    (How I’ve always loved collecting chairs…)
    Much love to you Cath.

  2. Pamela Platt on April 25th, 2019

    Beautiful

  3. Lori Faye Bock on April 25th, 2019

    Such beauty, depth & richness. I always appreciate your thoughts Cathy.

  4. Jenny on April 25th, 2019

    Love this, so much. And the lovely warm photo!

  5. Becky Patterson on April 29th, 2019

    They help me remember myself…. And you do to Me. You are such an exquisite poet. Storyteller. I hope I’m in your tiny room sitting on a footstool at your feet. Friend by grand destiny. Love Becky

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