Real friends...

Real friends

Why is it important to have real friends?
There are questions so easy that sometimes do not know how
answer, because I lack words. Or maybe I left over.

One day I came across the sea, and were
chatting. I asked him about my doubts, but he
followed his own, coming and going.

When I left him to return to daily life,
the echoes of our meeting echoed in my heart.
I turned to where he was, and his words were recorded in me:

"I need to be transparent,
I said, because I want you enjoy my background.
The wonders that is within me,
are for you, so when you see the trash,
Cover me, I hide, not me.

I need the rocks,
I hit them, I want you back
where I come from, but different, with more force, the better.
Then my water is ponded much longer
and go further.

And what about the wind, seems not to notice, but it's there.
It is the caress of my waters, which makes me different
every day even though my water always reach the same place.
The breeze makes me feel each moment as an opportunity
New, every one of my little ripples you see in the distance,
is the smile of feeling close.

Finally there is the beach.
Now I am caress, I take little memories
and she also makes the holes to stay with some
part of me, and we mix every time I fall in it,
seems to want to catch me there, but I always loose ...
Each follow our roads
and while she seems still, I get along
some of the sand over the world.

Look at the horizon there always awaits you
a new day, a new friend, new life ... "

P. Alvarez Benigno Lake S.J.