The covenant of friends

Just me and some of my best friends. Photo: Gerald Farinas.

The following is inspired by Exodus. Forgive any awkward grammar in my silly attempt at the King’s English.

And it shall come to pass, that as the heavens declare the glory of the Creator, so shall our fellowship declare a holy dwelling; for I have said unto thee, thou art my people, and I shall be thy people. Whithersoever thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy path shall be my path, and thy journeying shall be the map of my own soul, for we are bound in a knot that no distance shall undo.

When the tempest of the spirit ariseth and the heart is sore troubled, I shall look toward thee as a tower of strength. In the shadow of thy faithfulness, mine anxiety is consumed and is no more. As the mist vanisheth before the rising sun, so do the fears of the mind dissolve in the light of thy countenance. Thou art the balm that healeth the bruised reed, and the oil of gladness upon a weary head.

Verily, in the sanctuary of our bond, the mind findeth its Sabbath. The thoughts which were as a raging sea are hushed into a great calm, and the soul is bedded down in the green pastures of peace. For we are joined as one people in a sacred testament that no man walketh alone. Even as the dew of Hermon descendeth upon the mountains of Zion, so shall this peace rest upon us, for I am thine, and thou art mine, from this time forth and even for evermore.