a game i play

friendship 3

There is a game I play,
in my head,
in my heart,
when I cannot influence
international politics,
and when the suffering
of the world
and in myself
seems to be spiraling
larger and faster
than usual.

It goes like this:

Friend of my friend,
you are also my friend.

Who can say what we will have
to share,
to learn,
to enjoy in one another.
We share the love of our friend in common.
That is enough to know, for now.
There is room for you in my heart.

Child of my friend,
you are also my friend.

I have watched you grow.
Though we do not share
a generation,
a way of dressing,
of talking,
of seeing the world,
I believe in you.
There is room for you in my heart.

Friend of my mother,
you are also my friend.

You have known me as a child.
Though it may have taken years
to see eye to eye,
the time we have invested
in each others life is valuable.
There is room for you in my heart.

Friend of my father,
you are also my friend.

At a distance, or up close,
sharing our perspectives brings us closer to
seeing the whole picture.
There is room for you in my heart.

Friend of my child,
you are also my friend.

I will not bother you
to spend time with me.
But I will include you
in my love,
in my support of all children
to create the world
as it will be.
There is room for you in my heart.

This is the game I play.
It goes on and on,
because the place inside of us
where friendship lives,
the place of the heart,
the place of love,
is not like a pie,
or a hundred dollar bill.

Friendship is more like a tomato seed,
or a watermelon vine,
a hot pepper, or a sweet one.
More like baskets of loaves and fishes.

If we do not clip the flowers,
they will continue to produce more fruit.
There will be a feast.
There will even be leftovers.

Friendship shared
is friendship grown.
There is always more room in my heart.

friendship

8 thoughts on “a game i play

  1. I hear you. Sometimes we just want to throw our hands up in the air, but if we don’t care, who will? Seeing the world as a network of friends helps to sort out our feelings of despair, anger, and frustration. Thanks for this.

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