A Night of Repose

I call them friends--the people that give validity to your life--the people who remind you that you're good and kind--with laughter, full-bodied embraces, companionship--the good things. I imagine someone kind once discovered such an essential form of love or perhaps someone wise who realized the world is much easier to brave with a hand to hold or at least someone to question the merit of the crazy things you say and do and permit them nonetheless.  It has been a quiet night of repose and the morning will have my gratitude, the night my bowed head and prayer.