She Is My Friend

(To Georgia perry)

She is my friend: The music of the words

Has power to release the silver birds

Of song within my throat. My thoughts kneel down

Before the poetry of One whose crown

Of peace she wears. My risen dreams annul

The pirate years. Again the miracle

Within my heart ... And my grief's barren sod

Blossoms with beauty of the grace of God.

She is my friend, for when I walk with her

She leads me to the Healing Gardener:

Gone are pain's tethers ... I hear April pass

Singing His love in rain upon the grass.

She knows my need for April nor forgets

To weave a lei of her word-violets.

My friend who, when December snows are falling,

With new green words brings me a robin calling!