Friend

Dear
friend

 You
light
in me

 a hidden
chamber

 you pour
truth 
and grace

 into 
my heart

 you
wrap
my
days

with
intercession 

 you are
a hot coal

a furnace
burning
bright

bringing
light
and 
warmth 

 you
are
a gift
to me.

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