Just some thoughts:
was killing some time on this small college campus in rural Tennessee waiting for the start of a basketball game. With some extra time on my hands I ventured over to the small college library. I found myself wandering through the stacks and came upon a few books of poetry. Pulling a couple books from the shelves, I sat down and found this poem. I scrambled for some paper and wrote down the words. I could not find the name of the author, but I thought it said volumes about friends.
“Eternal Friendships”
No friend we love can ever die;
The outward form but disappears.
I know that all my friends are nigh
Whenever I am moved to tears,
And when my strength and hope are gone,
The friends, no more, that once I knew
Return to cheer and urge me on
Just as they always used to do
They whisper to me in the dark
Kind words of counsel and of cheer;
When hope has flickered to a spark
I feel their gentle spirits near,
And Oh, because of them I strive
With all the strength that I can call
To keep their friendship still alive
And to be worthy of them all.
Death does not end our friendship true;
We all are debtors to the dead;
There, wait on everything we do
The splendid souls who’ve gone ahead.
To them I hold that we are bound
By double pledges to be fine,
Who once has had a friend has found
The link between mortal and divine.
No friend we love can ever die;
The outward form but disappears.
I know that all my friends are nigh
Whenever I am moved to tears,
And when my strength and hope are gone,
The friends, no more, that once I knew
Return to cheer and urge me on
Just as they always used to do
They whisper to me in the dark
Kind words of counsel and of cheer;
When hope has flickered to a spark
I feel their gentle spirits near,
And Oh, because of them I strive
With all the strength that I can call
To keep their friendship still alive
And to be worthy of them all.
Death does not end our friendship true;
We all are debtors to the dead;
There, wait on everything we do
The splendid souls who’ve gone ahead.
To them I hold that we are bound
By double pledges to be fine,
Who once has had a friend has found
The link between mortal and divine.
I have since forgotten much about that game, but these words seem to stay with me.
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February 3, 2014
Keep on,
Larry Adamson
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February 3, 2014
Keep on,
Larry Adamson
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