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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
So many days of long ago, I thought that friendship wore a fluffy sweater, soft to know, 'twas gentle evermore. But now I see a different tack. A throw or camel's hair is friendship's manner, lacking tact with not a smile, but stare. Last prophet of the Jewish Torah, John Baptist wasn't sweet. His message was, "Avoid Gomorrah!" Earth's first insipid tweet. He wore his camel hair to preach to warn of doom to come. His friendship sought to lost ones reach, not win a silver sum. The greatest friends we'll ever meet are those who see the Light. They may with coarseness come to greet to save us from some plight. Like John, who came in camel's hair, a friend will guide us true for when we're on the path to There, we'll know the Grace, that's due. My Greatest Friend is He, Whose Plan for me in the Greatest Time is with His Father, there to stand, thus whitened, made sublime. by Jay O’Toole on March 26th, 2025     |
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