Oh to be a friend.....
"Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness." [G. Eliot]
A friend, by definition, is: a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard; a person who gives assistance; a patron; supporter; a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile.
My heart longs to be a friend.
Is that my calling in life? I wonder. The next opportunity that presents itself in which I am able to say what I would like to be when I grow up, I think I gladly will answer..."A friend".
Why does my heart ache to be a friend?
To save a life, hold a heart, heal a wound? Be a friend.
A friend can scoop you up out of the dung heap of life, scrape off the turds that are clinging onto you with all their might, hose you off, and sit you down at an elegant table of "grandeur".
A friend can hand you back your nobility after some villain has stripped you of it, leaving you standing unclothed and shivering imagining that you would never fully recover from that near blow.
There truly is not one thing as wondrous as basking in the calm space of an old friendship.
It wraps you in it's warm embrace. Snuggling in the familiarity of the moment, your heart opens up within the safety of unconditional love. Moments such as these are remarkable! They can't be forced nor recreated, but when they pop up within the monotony of a typical day or week, they shimmer like a sparkling ruby in a bowl of sand.
And so we must scoop up those treasures, hold them, caress them, enjoy them for however long they last. A minute? An hour? It matters not! It's quite simply the connection of two hearts that is the purpose not the time length of connection.
During these wee specks on the time line of your life: a closet can be transformed into a magnificent dining room; a maid can be brought up a notch on the hierarchy of society; a cookie with milk evolves into a feast.
How?
The eyes between your ears close and the lids on your heart's baby blues flicker open.
The second that happens, when the eyes of your heart open, you see through the eyes of God. No longer do outfits and make-up matter. Gone are the surroundings of the room in which you sit. So long job titles. Spirit to spirit friendship transcends this temporal world and it's inside of that type of exchange where a real friend has the power to change a life....forever.
That is why when I grow-up, I want to be a friend.
Oh how I wish all of my friendships could last forever! I truly do long and ache at times to stay in fellowship with each and every individual that my heart has fallen in love with. I despise feeling disconnected for too long from my familia and bosom buddies. In all honesty it just makes me feel....sort of....yucky....
However, the sheer impossibility of keeping in constant contact with all whom my heart has adopted is a dilemma that has no solution. Time cannot be reproduced and distance cannot be shortened.
So my plan? I shall hold to the delightful, pulchritudinous fact that eternity is an extremely long time, rumor has it that heaven is quite immense and I fully intend on having some wonderfully lengthy conversations with each and every person that I hold dearly in my heart once I get there.
Till that day is upon me I shall continue on with my heart's true ambition.
I will be a friend.
