“Currents of Strength”

A truer friend could never be
More than the one who shares
Nature’s splendor, its refuge with me
He goes to the woods, to the river’s bend
To be brandished by its mighty grip, its soothing flow
To find peace, his God, that his calling be.
So thus to share that solitude with me
Is cherished beyond what worldly sights are there to see.

He casts his line and summons a chance
and shows me the strength, true patience and poise
not only with his brawn…
but with generosity of self and of soul,
Hewn by serenity, and sage does his confidence stream
to the brook’s edge, to nature, to me.
For it is from this vantage, plain in its view,
That this in life, my friend all need do
For he know, I think, that his courage be found
Nestled in the firm and steady, he gently resounds!
Much like the river, marvel of creation
No pretense of manly expressions, illusions abound.
A man among men, a true friend to behold.
And thus on the riverbank a hand outreached
Is offered, as he offers, the strength from the deep.