“I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light
And I've formed it into a ball, and each time I pack a bit more onto it
I make a bowl of my hands and I scoop it from its secret cache
Under a loose board in the floor
And I blow across it and I send it to you
Against those moments when
The darkness blows under your door
Isn't that what friends are for?
Isn't that what friends are for?”
- from Isn’t That What Friends Are For? By Bruce Cockburn
I have always found Cockburn lyrics so beautiful and powerful. When friends are in trouble of various kinds, whether ill, or grieving or stressed, I have often gone back to these words and sent such
prayers across the ether to wherever they are. It is what prayer is for me. And prayer in times of need is what friends are for.