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.

"Friendship" by M. M. Craik

Sunday, December 2, 2012

A Christmas Prayer

Give us the faith of innocent children, that we may look forward with hope in our hearts to the dawn of happy tomorrows.

Reawaken the thought that our most cherished desires will be realized, the things closest to our hearts--that we may come to an appreciation of the limitless joys and bountiful rewards of Patience, Charity, and Sacrifice.

Above all, endow us with the spirit of courage, that we may face the perplexities of a troubled world without flinching, imbued with the child-like faith which envisions the beautiful and inspiring things of life--and restore the happy hours and experiences so many of us foolishly believe are lost forever.

Give us faith in ourselves and faith in our fellow man--then, the treasures and beauties of life that make man happy will spring from an inexhaustible source.

This paper was slipped into the journal and looks as if it was cut from a church bulletin.  No date anywhere, but I'm guessing circa 1930-1940, sometime between WW I and WW II.  Some things never change; this prayer could be said today and feel quite modern.

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