Language, water ice
over broken tree across
hidden brook, winter
friends in prison say
they are "doing time." I think
time is being-here.
It extends, expands, until
fully present -- done and gone
Friendship, my deceased friend used to say, is rare and misunderstood.
Indeed, Jesus instructed his friends to pray to “Abba” (as we can assume he himself prayed), a term most often rendered as “Father” in English, but one that contains shades of meaning denoting intimacy and familiarity, including that of fraternal relations like “brother” or “companion,” and is related to the Hebrew word for “friend” (ahab), used to describe Abraham.
Thus, Jesus introduces his friends (the disciples) to his other friend (God) in the daily prayer known as the “Our Father,” perhaps the spirit of which is better captured by “Our Father-Friend” or just “Our Friend.” This idea of “Our Friend in heaven” was a revolutionary one, as Jesus, acting as a mediator of divine companionship, collapsed the sacred distance between God and us. . . .
(—Diana Butler Bass, Freeing Jesus: Rediscovering Jesus as Friend, Teacher, Savior, Lord, Way, and Presence (New York: HarperOne, 2021), 3–4, 14. CAC )
We call out, aloud or in mental imploration, for one another.
Friendship is the mother/father of human longing.
We need companioning presence.
The simple fact of appreciatory acknowledgement, a verbal or silent mit-sein (to be-with); an inner longing to be-there.
Our existence, our human need, beholding rather than believing.