Ph: Life: New Friends Poem by Brian Johnston

New friends, although they shine like stars,
Are sometimes blocked from view.
Our own milky way hides whole galaxies even
That dance beyond its swirling arms
Thousands of potential earths,
Homes we will never visit, even see.
Daughters of older friends,
Ex-wives even, populate the depths of sky,
Sisters of best buds, that once were children
Escape our notice on shadow paths
Though they often try perhaps
To touch our hem in passing,
Hoping for a miracle of their own,
A spark of recognition
In the white noise of a summer's night.

I wonder how in heaven's gates
New friendships are pursued,
Or if, equally blessed by the love of God
Unique friendships disappear
As souls no longer flawed in God's presence
Loose their human qualities,
As diamonds without inclusions
Become diamonds that are perfect?
How will God distinguish you and I?
Certainly our souls will surely always house
The experience which makes me me, you you,
Memories perhaps that color us with promise
As rain was once blessed by God
Our presence now reflecting
With rainbow like dispersion,
The infinite character of the God head
With a distinct Brian flavor
That gives others, even angels, new insight
Into just how big infinity really is.