We are hungry.
Not for food and not for lust.
But for an outreached hand,
To bring us back from the dust.
Not for a quick fix or a temporary high,
But for a friend in the night,
With whom we can cry.
We are hungry for connections.
For acceptance despite our imperfections.
It is easy to get distracted by the wrong hunger.
Easy to stuff and starve,
To numb and inflame,
To carve upon ourselves self-hatred in shame.
But connection is hard.
Why reach out your hand when it’s already scarred?
It feels safer to remain alone,
But this is a shadow existence,
And it’s all you’ve ever known.
Let us dare to approach the stranger,
Dare to open our hearts,
Let us dare not to succumb to our anger,
Dare to welcome new people and new starts.
Because you never know who you will meet,
You cannot predict how or when,
You’ll never know which connections would have been lost,
And who you could end up with as a friend.
Connection is a beautiful thing.
And it takes just you and me,
To create all the magic friendship can bring.
To set us free.
This was taken in Australia. Three separate things happening at once: On the left, fireworks exploded as part of Australia Day celebrations. In the middle, it’s Comet McNaught. Then on the right, there’s lightning from a thunderstorm far away.
“You desired my attention, but denied my affections.”
|—||White Blank Page – Mumford & Sons|
I think if I’ve learned anything about friendship, it’s to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don’t walk away, don’t be distracted, don’t be too busy or tired, don’t take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.