A Friend

By Stephen Wayne Modawell

Where do they come from
Ones who just appear in life
Some finer than rum
Others closer than man an’wife

They may not be old
without them, what was before
Their warmth, on days’ cold
Their presence we seek but more

How we want many
Yet we find so very few
treasured like a new penny
Their value great, one will do

When found, never let go
Too many years may pass, you see
Before God allows to flow
The gift of a friend like thee.

Nobunaga’s Destiny

A great Japanese warrior named Nobunaga decided to attack the enemy although he had only one-tenth the number of men the opposition commanded. He knew that he would win, but his soldiers were in doubt.

On the way he stopped at a Shinto shrine and told his men: “After I visit the shrine I will toss a coin. If heads comes, we will win; if tails, we will lose. Destiny holds us in her hand.”

Nobunaga entered the shrine and offered a silent prayer. He came forth and tossed a coin. Heads appeared. His soldiers were so eager to fight that they won their battle easily.

“No one can change the hand of destiny,” his attendant told him after the battle.

“Indeed not,” said Nobunaga, showing a coin which had been doubled, with heads facing either way.