Poem: Friends

Friends at HomeOur surrogate family congregated in the church of our living room,

Joining together to give praise and feel joy, with hardly a thought given to the consequences of enjoying sensual pleasures of the tongue and ear and eye.

We smiled and laughed and nodded,

Creating an affirmation —

A conviction really —

That the colors and classes and sexes and religions that try to keep us apart

Cannot rend asunder

A family of friends.

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