Love for the friend
Is love to the end
Her invite swallows blame
And strips it of shame

She sees through the rules
Served as to fools,
Though bruised by hate
She opens the gate

To sup through care
With burdens to bear
As she stirs the talk
That begins the walk

And mercies work in
Where memories slip
To light the chasm within
In the breadth of her grip

This releases the slave;
Gives hope to the knave;
It’s the answer to his plea
In the shade of the tree