Tuesday, November 01, 2005


by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Oh, the comfort--the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words--but pouring them
All right out--just as they are--
Chaff and grain together--
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them--
Keep what is worth keeping--
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.


Christalin said...

That is a beautiful poem,Monnie! It is sooo true...friendship is one of the most beautiful things that we can possess! :)

L. said...

Thanks for that, Monnie. Awesome.