A Friend II
by johnwilliamlindsay
Sneaking quietly into the backdoor of my life, my friend throws words at me, sending my thoughts careening off in other directions. But I listen. They come from a life of pain, and joy, and hardship, laughter and tears that we can understand. The wisdom comes from hard won victories, and sad losses. Grounded in a faith and power that few know. I know my friend, but yet I don’t. When I think about a person sometimes in my idle time, I try to focus in one word descriptions:
tenacious
fragile
tough
kind
good
resilient
faithful
thought-full
forgiving
focused
loving
patient
impatient
talent
fear
confidence
John, this is an “idle time” exercise I want to try: a person, in a word. Wow. Lasering in on essence. Until another stand-alone adjective crops up. Then its opposite. And soon, a list. Wonderful what the mind can do. I am encouraged! Thanks!
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A lot of people might come up the same way, maybe in a different order, I guess.
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