Good Friend - Steve Bell

On somber night

When shivering clouds bemoan

The aching of souls alone

Then stars appear

One arc of their dance shows clear

And glittering song intone

Be but your own good friend

And be good to the other

Cherish those sisters and brothers

Along the road

And to the earth extend

Every reverence and wonder

Tend to the wounds of your blunders

Honour God who formed our home

When sun is low

Bright bands in forest glow

Fair fiats of Love.

Behold!

See shimmering flies

In their quadrillions rise

Weaving a cloth of gold