There are some friends whose path you cross once and never meet again.
There are some friends who will lead the charge into drunken shenanigans.
This is a letter to one of my greatest friends, who is none of the above.
If you don't understand, good. You don't have to.
--
Florida Is Not Indonesia:
where
you have blessed
Caramelizing skin in a hot southern sun,
sand like sugar crystals on bare feet
pacing slowly with great purpose
Under the omniscient eyes of her Father,
loving others as she has been loved by Him.
Poised and vivacious laughter spilling from the same lips
as speak encouragement to wayfaring hearts
and comfort to salt-streaked eyes.
Calloused souls massaged and manicured
by a collective sense of peace.
Ask of her nothing. She already gives freely
and gift her your time to be rewarded twice over.
Wit, tenor, charity, true
Kismet drawn, and bound by greatness
to travel with grace to the least of these.
Endings are bittersweet, a chocolate best found in cookies
which there are sure to be a lot of.
Her sweet tooth is as bad as mine.
So I ask of the universe, could one have been sent a better
friend?
