Tall as trees for all the others:
Sturdy towers of strength
Capable legs for the weary
Supernatural faith for the fears
Of all those they encounter.
And yet to whom do they turn
When they are in need?
A friend or a confidant?
These are those who stabilize
Foundations and become corrective splints
For the rest--No time for self.
To whom do they turn
When they are worn and weary?
They cannot afford a friend,
It seems, when they must be
Friend to all, Ear to all, All to all,
Resilient, Fearless, Stoic even?
Thanks be to The Lord
Who is closer than any friend,
For these are those who must
Stand and walk and run alone.
Yes, these are those who cannot
Indulge--Too many rely on them.
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