Perhaps

This was a little poem that I wrote over a year ago. I remember when I wrote it that Buck and I were just friends,(but after we were both home from our missions, thank you very much) but he was actually the person on my mind and the secret inspiration for this writing. Now we see that it was true. Funny how life works out. 

Perhaps

Perhaps I’ve already met you,
Perhaps you know my name.
Suppose we’ve been acquainted
An importance without fame

What if forever started
Back on some unwritten day?
Neither of us knowing of
The fact that you would stay

Maybe now I’m looking
Directly at your face.
Maybe we’re both praying
For each other’s saving grace.

Perhaps then there’s a reason
For the handshakes and “hellos”
To one day never say “good bye”
For the one day when we know.

For those of you wondering and who don't know, we met on our missions, serving in Armenia. A small country of 3 million and mission of about 40 missionaries. We were all good friends- including Elder (Buck) Harrison and me.  When I was blessed and set apart for my mission it said that "this mission would open many doors and opportunities for my life." Little did I know....

I love that I we were able to get to know each other on a professional yet friend level first for a couple years. 

I love that this is where we met. 

And I love where it has gone and where it will go.