A Toast For the Time

Here, friends, let me say, I went but could not stay And coming found messages from a few That let me believe life is more than another day O poetrysoup friends, what I am going through Is not polite for a man speak about But never have I been wasted by such a drought And yet, by God's design, I still stand Perhaps just to walk and hold another's hand. We all have some use in storm or flood We are not here for ourselves alone. Let me take Your words for blanket and warm my blood Your love compasses me on each journey I make. My heart broke again and again to hear The songs of childhood, of praise, and of cheer The sweet companionship in which we sail Warriors, teachers, griot historians, all hail!