Dear Friend

    “Dear Friend,” Ensign, July 1975, 43

    Dear Friend

    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