Dear Family,
It was an uneventful, windy day. I wrapped up loose ends. I was going to send you a Good Friday poem that I wrote years back, but today I find it sad and untrue. God was speaking and he/she was disappointed (in Jesus, no less!) I’m not disappointed. I’m happy to be where I am and with you in this way today!
I did make three postcards to send to friends, along with this poem about friendship. It's a favorite of mine.
Love,
k
What are friends for, my mother asks.
A duty undone, visit missed,
casserole unbaked for sick Jane.
Someone has just made her bitter.
Nothing. They are for nothing, friends,
I think. All they do in the end —
they touch you. They fill you like music.
—Rosellen Brown
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