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O,
for the love of a friend whose voice and touch will rainbow sorrows,
diamonds tears, making of them gems of rarest joy.
One
who forgives all my shortages ere asked to do so; one who dare to the
uttermost of human imagery
One
whose ship will cast anchor, and throw out the lifeline of hope when
storm are near
One
who forgives in me all that I can forgive in myself
O,
for the love of a friend who can be made the sacred trustee of my
heart
One
who is more to me than the closest relative, one whose name is so
sacred that I want to whisper it softly
One
who lingers near my door in time of distress, and stretches forth
their hand, which is not empty or cold and who says little but feels
largely.
MAE
LAWSON
Beautiful poem. Friends are often closer than family. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Jo-Anne..
ReplyDeleteRita......For some they are
ReplyDeleteMargaret...Thanks, I thought so
Dear Jo-Anne, thank you for sharing this lovely poem, which captures so well what a true friendship is for those of us who have known it. It brought to mind my friend from college and convent days. She and I camped each September for 10 years and called one another each Saturday morning for nearly 30 years. She died in 1998 and I felt as if part of my should had gone missing. But her spirit remains with me still. Thank you for this poem. Peace.
ReplyDeleteDee......I am pleased you liked the poem and that it brought to mind a memory
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