God who sees the heart of things,
who sees my heart,
you know the love still lodged
for friends long absent.
Once, long past,
we found a home
in each other’s presence.
A genuine meeting then
a parting of ways,
the currents of life and time
drifting us to separate worlds.
God whose sight unites all souls
hear my prayer for my old friend,
a blessing of love abundant
and life richly lived.
Perhaps a meeting in the end
where eyes recognize time’s passage on our faces
and our voices tell the stories of our hearts.