I was a sapling battered by the storm; you are the fence I’ve lashed myself against. I was a child frightened of the dark; you are the one who tells me of my strength. I was a green shoot struggling in the frost; you are the sun whose kindness made me grow. I was a woman with a heavy load; you are the one who’s helped that weight to go. I was a flower drooping in dry soil; you are the rain that I’ve been nourished by. I was a girl who sobbed alone at night; you are the one who holds me when I cry. I sometimes wonder just where God might be, but through you, friend, he has been kind to me.
Lovely, friend