Friendship - a sonnet

Friendship 

Two eyes for depth perception, seeing clear 
The distance between you and what's ahead 
Or what's behind. Myopic vision dread 
More than blindess. It sees only your fear. 
Two ears for hearing, yes; guidance, too; 
To recognize a voice in crowds of sound 
And navigate by vocal stars around 
Isolation's wrecking rocks and whirlpools. 
Two hands to clasp in prayer, and to lift up 
Those who've fallen, weak and world-weary; 
With gentle touch, rousing them from dreary 
Thoughts, handing them friendship's meat and filled cup. 
   Dear friends, you've often been my hands, ears, eyes, 
   And, through your love, Christ's, who makes the dead rise.

Travellers Helping a Fallen Companion; Francis de Erdely