A few days back I found myself in a bad spot. But, I had a good friend who listened to me, didn't judge, and supported me through a very rough moment and rough following days. In reading a letter from him today I found myself thinking how wonderful it is to have such a friend. And, maybe it was a phrase, or - well, who knows, but in my mind begins this song, and I just wanted to share it with you.
If I may be so bold as to thank my very good friend for his friendship by offering my shoulder to another...sort of a pay it forward type thing. I know that I am not alone, despite how I sometimes feel. If you have something weighing you down, hang tight my brothers and reach out. We can all be here for eachother.
tired......
I am always careful now days about what I put on the site. All too often, and most recently in a friend's very G-rated boy site, folks call themselves the "last bastians of decency and morality" fighting the "good" fight of "right" vs. what is in actuality quite beautiful. I'm somewhat tired of that, I guess. I am somewhat tired of hiding my visions of what is beautiful under what is "acceptable" under these "moral watchdogs".
God - who I do believe watches over us, knows us, and loves us - made flowers and puppies, sunsets and rainbows, and the most beautiful of all he placed over them all: man. These young men are a vision of beauty. I see the wonder of God imbued in flesh and spirit, mind and soul. I think of my German friend who wrestles under the punks who masquerade as watchdogs, and I am tired of it all. There are some people out there who, quite frankly, need to get over themselves.
