The Friend

​This is the kind of Friend
You are-
Without making me realize
My soul’s anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.
-Hafiz
May forgiveness cleanse you and may you board the night train and fly to your beauty and unlimited blessings.
LLS
Richard Powell
Essence-into-form.com
Painting by Rob Gonsalves