Just the faintest whisper of your voice
can still the heaviest of storms.
The mere mention of your name
can advert all attention towards a greater purpose.
Who you are could never be explained
with the words of a simple man,
but can be uttered on forever by the wisest of the wise.
You are one that can overstep the bounds,
break the barriers, open the new doors
that lead to a bettered life of meaning.
It is said that beauty exists for only a moment in time,
a simple second of awe and wonder
...oh how you have proved them wrong.
For in the case of my treasured friend, beauty does not have an end;
yet moves with each step and carried in such depth.
Does not wear away in the tomb,
but rushes to each heart to bloom.
The day is wakened with your simple grin
and the poem of promise, with you does begin
Oh how you mean more to life to so many people,
and are the backbone of good for what you want.
To know you...to really know you, is the greatest of adventures.
It makes me excited to wake up knowing that in time,
I will always have you being a friend of pure motive.
Nothing exceeds this warmth that you leave,
but the promise that it will return the next.
I am the happiest of happy to be assured
of an eternal life with a friend who Jesus pointed out
...and for that, I thank Him everyday!
For tomorrow comes, burdened with remorse over the time lost
without a stride of pride, to your side, oh blessed angel
who in the Heavenlies, you do reside.
Be content with who you are and what you have done,
for you are a reason that God keeps raising the sun,
and the grounds for which Satan has been outdone.
Trevor Schulte
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-friend-worth-the-write/
