“Dear Friend,” Ensign, July 1975, 43
Let not the somber stillness, born in haste
Of words misunderstood, remain between
Us longer, making of our friendship waste.
But rather let us from this friction glean
A sense of stronger unity, of fond
Forgiveness, quickening the love that we
Have felt like some unseen securing bond.
And let this love expand and come to be
More beautiful with time, increasing thus
With each reunion we are yet to share.
Let not this one brief moment alter us,
For you and I are friends, and friends are rare.
Marjorie W. Curtis