They come in all forms…

The friends of your soul.

They chance upon you…

To make you whole.

At midnight or later…

They tell you you’re fine.

Perhaps, maybe –

Strangely divine.

Lifting your spirit.

Holding your hand.

Even if they exist…

In another land.

Teacher, guide,

Spiritual mind.

Free of pretension.

Ever kind.

 

© The Secret Poetess, February 2017

 

With grateful thanks to Maria Popova at www.brainpickings.org for the inspiration. I would recommend this site wholeheartedly for all things utterly interesting.

 

 

 

 

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