Thursday, May 30, 2013

Friendship

To those who would be a friend.
Oh, the comfort, the expressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out, chaff and grain together. Knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and then, with the breath of kindness,  blow the rest away.  Dina Mulock Craik

Love this. Hope you have a good week.

3 comments:

Jason and Joy said...

I love this poem! Thanks!

Wendy said...

Thats beautiful! Thanks, Mom!

Jason and Joy said...

I think this could/should go for family too!