Over the past year I gained two special friends, both whom I call 'sha'.

Sha is a contraction of the Shona word for friend, shamwari, which translates mate, pal, friend.

When used as sha by me it indicates a very close personal friend. One to whom everything I have is available.

Friendship is dictated by the emotions raised thru the relationship and both of my special shas have touched my heart, mind and spirit deeply over time.

I am privileged to call them sha. Laughter,encouragement, inspiration have I gained from them.

My support for them is a pale reflection of what I have been blessed with thru knowing them.

Life is a mix of thorns and roses, my two sha's are the sweetest smelling roses I know, and it is good.

Praise be to God, who binds up the wounds of the broken hearted and restores the spirit of the crushed!

My sha, Baber:

She is Not Just a Friend To You...


My Friend Broken and Tried

You have been Broken and Your Life Has Been Turned Upside Down.

And it is something of not of your accord,
It is because of something Random.

Something that was not you Fault,
Something that you do not believe you Deserve.

It is an Affliction.
An affliction upon another.

That Has Broken You.
That Has Deeply Hurt Your Soul.

I can see Friend,
I can see what you go Through.
I can feel what you go Through.

It is through your words alone that you have Delivered Message
You Have Delivered what troubles you so.

Have Faith that all things happen for a reason,
And Some People Come into Your Life for a Reason.

Perhaps she is sent to Help You Heal.
To Make you Strong Again.

I have spoken to her...
She will not expect anything of you friend.
She Will Only Offer you the Words and Affection that you need.

Say Glory to Our Majesty for Sending You What You May Not Even Know Of.

My friend Baber continues to write wonderful prose and poetry on his blog.

I feel my muse stirring deep within, and wonder should I attempt to write poetry again.

There are seasons for expression, and seasons for enjoying the expression of others.

The winter cold is deep in my bones and endless cups of hot coffee do not keep my body warm but my mind and spirit are cozy and comfortable with these writings and links:

Bruce, Mauberly and of course Baber.