Family, best friends, friends, acquaintances
friends of friends and everybody else
from the close circle to the public roundabout
my affection for the ones outside my tribe
is a skipping stone, it only goes so far
across the widening circle until it sinks.
How to make it a perpetual wave
ever reproducing its own ripples?
The Spirit goes where the Spirit goes
cross currents under the surface
so, you never know who will get mixed in
sometimes rivals become friends
once in a while enemies become allies.
Always the spirit wills it so
but I must be willing to let go.
Even if they aren’t doing it my way
as long as they are going my way
we can float in the same boat
and together we can sail away.
©️Holy Poetry
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