John 15:15. In honor of Eden Grace
He called us Friends. This means that we may get
a text that changes everything. For now,
I make a pot of chicken soup and set
my GPS to Eden’s house, allow
some extra time to find my grief-blind way.
The cancer diagnosis is a shock;
I want a different text. This one will say
that all will be made well. Your friend, your rock,
will never die. She gets her mug and sits
to work beside me on the couch. We chat
about theology and things. She knits,
I mend, inspected by her limping cat.
As Friends we know that God is Love. That text
upholds me now. I’m frightened of the next.
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