Gentle Stranger

We spoke at first some years ago,

I heard his voice as clear as snow!

But where did he so sudden go?

Oh only he would surely know.

Few would 'see' his secrets kept

for when he came, for joy I wept

And on that night he kept me up

A mighty rush he swept abrupt

Of memories years ago he brought

a comfort voice, a comfort thought.

Today he comes, tomorrow he goes

Where is he from perhaps God knows.

One thing for sure he made me strong

his words and might a brand new song

He always will, will always be

the closest a friend could be to me.

When will I hear my friend again

My patience tried-out in the rain.

He comes and goes just as he sees,

Sudden-ly, like wind moves on trees

Though years go by as things do change

Will always recall that voice so strange.

So when I think where could he be...

somewhere afar, with other sons, just like me!

Mythical_Poet

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(Long Time Coming -2011)

Inspired by God