Friendship

Friendship, like a tendril twines, to support, to lift, to raise us in our weakest moments. Friendship like a warm breath of air on a cold winter’s night, like the first rain on a hot summer afternoon, envelopes us. Friendship like a light, shines in our darkest hour, and surrounds like an all prevalent scent, to comfort us . Friendship is the arm that upholds, when we falter, when we stumble.

Friendship binds us together like a filigree, though delicate, yet so strong , a trellis we can lean on , a partnership we can rely on. A lattice so tightly wrought, to lose not its hold on us, even after the lapse of many years . Friendship is the bond that allows freedom to call for help in the dead of the night, sure of someone to share in our sorrow , sure of a shoulder to cry on, of solace in our worst despair.

Friendship like a tapestry, weaves through our lives most intricately, filling the gaps, the empty spaces with colour, completing that which is incomplete, to form a picture most beautiful. Friendship mends the broken strands, makes a design where there is none, brightens with joy that which is joyless , brings to life an otherwise lifeless portrait. Friendship is the ground on which we stand, when we are torn and tormented.

Friendship leads like a beacon burning bright, a guiding light when we are lost, and anchor less. When battered by storms , when sailing aimlessly, friendship like a warning light, steers us through treacherous waters , to bring us safely home. Friendship signals loudly when we err, warns when we walk the path of transgression, firmly chastises our wrong doing, to keep us on the path of righteousness.

But friendship is also fragile, like a candle in the wind, battered by life’s many challenges, and at times to die away . When not nurtured or cared for, it fades with each distance placed, and is quenched by the gusty gale of life. Though the flame may burn no more, a glimmer of light still remains, a precious friendship always there, ready to be rekindled, never judging or holding a grudge, just waiting to be reclaimed .