Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
Conversation that could take its own pace and lapse comfortably into silence.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
The occasional whoosh of a bicyclist. the murmured conversations of horseback riders. Students diligently measuring trees and scooping samples of river water with bottles attached to awkward telescoping poles. Small children delighting in the simple pleasures of nature. And time spent enjoying the moment.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Amen.
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