He's my comrade, He's my friend
especially as the lonesome nights begin.
He's always there, within my reach
like an endless vessel ready to teach.
I speak to Him, He listens well-
while I reveal secrets too precious to tell.
Yet I utter not a word, He comprehends
no tossing and turning; contemplating how to mend.
He unveils the truth, it leaves me frightened
but when I press forward, I feel enlightened.
His wisdom is bold and at times I am stunned,
brimming with questions, as a child curious and young.
At the close of our time-He's filled me with light,
empowered, encouraged-and ready to fight.
He's my truest friend, one that I need
yet there are two friends of which you do read.
He is creations' Father-
with love purely divine,
with that gave me Art,
another dear friend I call mine.
