04/28/98
			"Creed"

The essence of friendship
sometimes escapes me
When looking into the eyes
of a god-worshipper
For I wear no holy mantle
of perfection above mortal men
Though my soul may reach
for purity beyond the cares of most
I cannot be all things
or all-knowing for those
who love me despite my desire
or the strength of my need
I am not meant for such things
but more for the humble truth
At times when one alone needs
a defender who will not falter
A love that will never die
and truths unalterable
There in those unhappy
circumstances of youthful life
Call upon me and you will find
a guardian angel
But if you do not do so with honor
do not call me at all

				© 1998 Andrea K