The Beautiful Blessing of Friends...

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

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.