A good friend

spoke with anger

of another friend,

words slightly violent in nature.

(In my mind I cried out

"But that is my friend

you are talking about!")

I held my peace

and listened to my friend.

Because people are evil, she said,

A small sad laugh, bowed her head.

I couldn't quite follow, though I saw her path,

The dark passes where she'd been led.

But for the love

I would follow, I would.

Because of the love,

The world tips to the good.

Though I die, though I ache,

I vow to try to live awake

To the power of love.

May it overtake.