A Friend



by M. M. Kolf

One sits beside Him

And He knows He sits alone.

This one will kiss Him

Then be on his way.

A true friend longs to be there

Should something happen.

On a night,

Where no joy lingers.

In a windy desert that

Howls its danger,

Past the praying

Though most are sleeping.

Yet one friend is there

When the sword pierces so deeply,

And is there at His feet

When death happens.

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