They help us to handle
Whatever life sends
A flesh-and-blood candle
We simply call Friends
How sad would be sorrow
How biting its tear
How dreary tomorrow
Without friends to cheer
They gladden Time’s ages
Peasants feel like kings
As friends smooth the pages
Of trouble life brings
Friends fill heart-shaped fountains
That swell with pure laughter
Friends ring out the joy-bells
Hung from Heaven's rafter
Friends fill heart-shaped fountains
That swell with pure laughter
Friends ring out the joy-bells
Hung from Heaven's rafter
How harsh would be heartache
How colder the cold
If there was no handshake
Of friendship to hold
They keen with compassion
Whatever life sends
This beautiful blessing
We simply call Friends
© Janet Martin
Who’s that? asked the little guy I babysit, as I waved at a
lady walking her dog. Oh, that’s my friend, I replied and found myself slowly
cherishing the word ‘friend’ and how little the word of the largeness it
holds.... We were in a nearby town to pick up some ingredients to make a
birthday supper tonight for another friend.
Friend is a small
word with a big
heart
Some friends we meet on a regular basis
Others are friends met through words, not faces
But no matter how or where we 'meetest'
Of all of life's blessings
friendship is sweetest .
Thank-you to all my friends who pause on this porch.
Blessings to you and yours.
word with a big
heart
Some friends we meet on a regular basis
Others are friends met through words, not faces
But no matter how or where we 'meetest'
Of all of life's blessings
friendship is sweetest .
Thank-you to all my friends who pause on this porch.
Blessings to you and yours.
Friends are such blessings.
ReplyDeleteyes! thank-you friend:)
DeleteI wish you lived next door, so we can brew a nice pot of tea to talk over every now and then :-)
ReplyDelete...and the tea would get cold because we would be so busy talking!!
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