To My Friend When I feel Like a barren valley A flower blooms --From a kind word You once planted In my ear. When I am alone In trial and travail An ally appears: A better, stronger me Reflected in the glass Of your eyes. And when I feel Weary of the world A white bird sings, Perched on a branch Belonging to My knowing you. - 10 May 1997, Sunnyvale, California Copyright © 1997 Raymond Sison. All rights reserved.