My friend discerned and stood by facts
instead of arguments or personal design.
(Once I reported the arrival of an airline flight
at seven-ten. She didn't argue, change our plans,
or call me wrong, although I vowed my information
was correct. She simply said: "It's six-fifteen,
flight number twenty-three." I checked again,
and met that flight, and she was right.)
My friend relied on spiritual facts, and when
I gave reports of pain, or argued evidence, and cried,
"This suffering is serious, and I'm afraid," she didn't
change her estimate, berate my tears.
She simply said, with love—with so much love—
"There isn't anything to fear. God's man
is perfect, now, and that's the fact.
We're going to witness to the truth."
The quiet holding to the fact of Spirit,
never doubting, brought sweet calm;
then healing came as naturally as flights
arriving right on time.
