Walking with a Friend

Let the tears come my love
You weep not only for me and you
But for all the heartache and loneliness in the world
You think of the homeless man we met on this very walk.
In the confusion brought about by drink
He lost his belongings and his bible
He was sad but he liked talking to us
He did not ask for money
He could feel our caring
For a while he was not alone
Our meeting was a blessed time
But it had to end, as he knew it would
He did not think he would see us again.

Now you feel alone, my love
I am now on a different plane
But my love and caring continue
Let your heart stay open
Bear the pain
It keeps you connected to the All
And when you are connected to the All
You are connected to me.

— November 9, 2014

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