For Michael, a friend

The compass of my heart errs not
And always finds the stars
Which guide me by both heav’n and earth
That I may not be far

From paths that hold the promises
Of unity and light
And free me from dark gravity
That keeps me from the flight

Requir’d by my soul and being
That withers when alone
But in among these constant stars
My heart knows I am home

And home with other hearts that sing
Hymns of friendship’s care
I offer witness: gratitude
That you are waiting there

Stephen Bolles
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5/11/07