A Cyberfriend

A cyberfriend I've known on page and web,
Who's Lord has put her in a path most stark,
Of some fierce fight grown in the  flow and ebb
Of priesthood's demons, black in Roman dark;
Has left (because she must, I hope and pray),
The cyberstage where once she held the center,
And in mine own heart's stretch she seemed to grow,
Suffused with thought and wit, my mentor.
Oh, let her then be quickly done with priests,
And fill once more the air with mindful thoughts,
Oh, let her leave at last the prickly beasts
To break themselves on rocks of laws and oughts.
Will she learn what silent friends have writ?
Or will she stay and never see the end of it.
 

© Phil Hodgkins 2002
 

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