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The anger is instant, as I say the word, then he recalls who I am and the anger drifts away, replaced by a warm affection for the one who spoke. My life had been deeply touched by the man who stood before me. We had been the best of friends, as we struggled with becoming men. He had chosen a lovely bride, settled down not far from where we lived, and grew in stature with God and man. I had gone to the city, tried my hand at the ways of man, left the God of my youth deep in the East Texas Pines. We stumbled, lost our balance, faced our challenge at nearly the same time. Somehow, we found each other again. Our love for each other was firmly rooted; it was as though we had never parted. Our competitive spirit burned deep, as we talked long past the hour of sleep. |
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Fierce debaters we once were; you hit 'em high, I'll take 'em low. Together, we could conquer whatever came along. You want to go east; here, let me prepare the way. I want to go west; you show me where my step should be. That magnificent beast upon the ridge, a trophy, surely is. You take him. I know another shot like this may never come my way. The seconds tick away. He is yours, if you please. Should you miss, I'll do my best to take him. Someone wishes you harm. He wishes me the same. For this, there is no shame. Some will read these words; think us odd… male lover types, perhaps. No... Our love is based upon a man who lived long ago, died for you and me, the Father of Abraham, God of our youth. Thank you for the reflection of Him I see in you, and the part of you, even now that you give to me. Dedicated to Mary, Charlie's loving wife who gave him the love to fill his "Cup of Life." |