"There Are Friends That One Has To His Own Hurt;

But There Is A Friend That Sticketh Closer Than A Brother."

Proverbs 18:24

 

Oceanic seagulls feathery, flying to meet and greet Her and diving to drop a myriad of messages at Her welcoming open budding flowery cottage door. Pillows soft, supple, and willows not weeping, pleasing easy nights and dawning days, She writes, She phones, She mails, all as One, in a conglomerate of corporal armies of skirted warriors fighting for equitable equal rights, rhythmically sticking together as strings on golden guitars: One God One Family One Gender of Giants with slingshots to hunt prey, swords cradled in sheathes, the tallit and tefillin are the biggest guns shooting bullets without leaded tips: powerful and peaceful--killing them with kindness, loving-kindess, understanding, wisdom, heavy on forgiveness at the burial grounds. One flock of bountiful birds with the same fine eagle feathers, floating amidst messenger angels. Separate but equal, a mythology of gods of lies, segregation that equals inequalities in distribution and consumption. Friends who hurt, unfriended, friends that help, befriended: comforting, and closer than a fighting family. Friendly perfumed secrets to follow scents, making sense: One God, One Sky, One Friend That Sticketh Closer Than a Sister or Brother.