My Valued Friend

In its own natural time and pace the river flows.
With the water flowing slowly or rushing swiftly,
depending on the terrain and the season.

So too - with a great friendship.

Sometimes our friendship will roar...
like the water rushing through a mountain gorge!
Sometimes it will lie silent , still and contained...
like the water we find in the many deep pools.
Sometimes it will flow as gentle...
as a river emptying into the sea.

The sun shines, clouds form, and the winds blows...
and high in the mountains - the rain falls.
To begin the process over, again and again.

My friend...
finding new and different forms of expression,
allowing for change and renewal,
   bringing out the best in one another, are what good friends do.  
I know this to be true,
for I've come to know the above with you.

Timothy E. Stevenson   December 31, 2000©   www.Upoet.com