I woke up this morning
giving undue thanks to anyone.
I took for granted that the sun was shining
as I was showering.
I turned on my computer without
a second thought as I sipped my coffee.
I clicked onto my usual poetry venue
out of sheer habit and ennui.
Looking for a way to expend precious
moments I never pay attention to.
Searching for something not thought of
until that certain someone finds you.
I stumbled upon words.
I stumbled upon icons.
I stumbled upon her.
I read her visceral emotions.
dedicated to a person I didn’t.
I saw strength between each delicate letter.
I felt unconditional love
in the blank spaces admist each verse.
My friend resounded unbridled courage
that didn’t need a medal or a monument.
She reverberated life.
She reverberated power.
She reverberated friendship.
She presented me with hope.
What a beautiful gift one can give.
Although poetry is an art form -
giving of one's self is silent godsong.
Dearest poetess -
although we are strangers
I must tell you something.
There is an angel beside you.
You may not be able to see
their halo or wings - but they are there.
Not too many people
are visited by mortal cherubs.
You, my friend are truly blessed
You cannot see me crying now,
For: Debbie Guzzi
Free Verse Seriously contest.