My Friend

Take this hand, my friend
for I offer it as a gift.
Grab hold, be sure in its steadfastness,
Absolute in the knowledge that it shall never let you go.

Be at peace, my friend,
Secure in the fact that you will never be alone,
That in the darkest hour of need
I shall offer light or simply walk with you in darkness.

Be certain my friend,
That as you breathe your final breath,
I will be there with you as you need me to be,
Sure as time stands still as you slowly slip away.

Be free, my friend,
As the breeze blows calmly through the surly grass of time,
Know this for sure-I will be there again soon enough,
To reach out, and hold your hand again.