# 47 Visit to a Friend

It is healthy for Biddies and Geezers like us to … once in a while … get out of our usual surroundings and get some “new” experiences. Gives us “New Life.” As I write this I’m visiting my Biddie friend (let’s call her) Pam in Providences, Rhode Island.

It’s early in the morning and I am up with a cuppa coffee. Pam is still abed and won’t be up until about 10 am. So I have time to contemplate some of the mysteries of life.

 

I slept on a futon in the living room and now in my robe and PJ’s I look around at Pam’s world.

 

Culture Shock! Despite the many things Pam and I have in common, there are things that are so different. Where my digs in Quincy, Mass are bare and Spartan, Pam’s are filled with stuff. Not only furniture and kitsch, but also flowers and living plants. And a white Persian cat. Longhaired. My reaction? It is as if I have awakened into a dream … another world.

 

And I remember that our histories are also different. Yet we are friends. Deep within my spirit I know we were meant to be … friends. No surprise then that our living surroundings are different. This speaks to my spirit at this early hour.

 

It says none of us are “complete” in ourselves but we need “others” to meld into our soul to create a “whole.” I realize the model of male/female for all new life is not an accident but a lesson. I realize it is a model for the greater miracle of new “spiritual life.” The melding of my spirit with the Spirit of God. How THAT happens is for another blog post, but for right now …

 

I look forward to today when Pam and I will share the joy of each other’s company and the adventure of togetherness. Then later I will return to my apartment. I will return refreshed to my Spartan digs in Quincy which are just right for me so I have no distractions as I scribble books and stories to you, my friends who are on the other side of my laptop screen.

 

Shalom!

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#44 A CANDLE IN THE DARKNESS

There’s darkness in this world.

It is not silent,

Not without feelings,

Of Rage and Fear.

It is not a void

But is a globby smear,

That sticks on the skins of souls ,

With an itch they cannot scratch away,

In the darkness.

They need a light.

A single candle will do.

 

Can you be that candle?

A light of Hope?

A glow of love

With the warm whisper of

Forgiveness?

 

Alone I cannot.

I want to Rage back

And rouse Fear.

But I am not alone.

A Spirit that is not my own

Upon my spirit a Light has shown

The way of Love

And by His power

Love will be sown.

 

And You?

What will you do?

Alone you are dead wax and wick.

And rage and fear your politic

Until you invite the Light

To live in your soul

And transform your role

To be

A Candle In The Darkness