Friendship

What is the strange and mystic thing That makes a friend, a friend? What makes the hours go racing by And all our thoughts to blend? Is this a gift from God, alone? Or, man’s own clever design? Who decided in life’s unwinding That this friend should be mine? Who knows what cosmic fusion Or coincidental feats Have merged to fix the moments When spirit with spirit meets? Surely, such rich fulfillment Could never be wrought by man! No, friendship’s magic, I’m sure must be A part of God’s might plan.