About the Poem
This poem was written for Angela, my closest friend for over five years, and given to her on her birthday. It was hard for me to imagine, at the time, a more perfect friend than she. And I thought it important to tell her so.
I've often wondered, since, whether the extended similes of this poem are significant. It seems that any time I write about friendship, and especially the friendship I shared with Angela, I find myself comparing it to Nature. But maybe that's not really so strange. Both are gifts of God we should learn to treasure.
|by Ron Carnell|
|It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,
One blowing none too hard nor soft,
Carrying a scent of wild flowers,
And moving clouds about aloft.
It's so hard to find the perfect sky,
One blue and deep and bright,
Carrying a sense of openness
With geese and wrens in flight.
It's so hard to find the perfect night,
One warm, quiet and unflawed,
Carrying a mood of solitude,
And a closeness to our God.
Yet no perfection's so hard to find
As that which you extend
And none I'll ever treasure more,
Than to simply be your friend.