The Friend Is Always There

by Chris McCombs

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The Friend is always here
Just now... in this moment
I open to Her
The Presence spills out

Filled with butter-honey
Endless humor
And a warm wind here in the chest
I smile for no reason

I lie when I talk like this
The Friend... Presence... Her
All the same!
Not different from the Vastness

But what am I to say?
Until you are touched by the Beloved
You won't understand
This love affair

-- from Beloved: Love Poems to the Holy One, by Chris McCombs

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