The More We Shall Have

Sep 19, 2016, 02:31 PM

A sonnet in honor of friendship.

Rolling 'round upon the plate of this world Our mercurial lives split, break apart — Travel far out but in time are curled Back where the whole is greater than the part. Our philadelphia is augmented; One friendship by seven does not divide; The more we shall have, the more oriented; The Bread’s fullness and blessing is amplified. And so, back to the cabin to sit in the chair, Re-tell the stories, and hear of the new — Bearing our burdens to shoulder and care And call each to Christ, our weariness undo. For these men, this brothered band befriended, I repair to the cabin in love and laughter mended.

© Randy Edwards 2016 photo: Brian May