Friendship isn't just a social contract, it’s a divine appointment. It’s about the person who sees your soul when you’re just trying to get through the day.
It isn't always found in cathedral halls,
Or whispered under stained-glass light.
Sometimes, the holiest thing I know
Is your voice on the phone in the middle of the night.
We are messy prayers and unfinished lines,
Two spirits walking each other home.
You see the garden where I see the weeds,
The solid ground where I felt alone.
It’s a quiet power, a steady grace,
To be truly known and still truly loved.
A piece of the heavens brought down to earth,
The kind of "amen" we don't speak, but live.
"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity." > — Proverbs 17:17