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

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Christmas Wish

This poem is dated 12/20/32  A woman named Ruth Brown must have shared this poem at a December Willing Workers meeting.  This is a nice little holiday prayer.

Wherever there is sickness,
   May Santa Claus bring health;
The Caption Edgar A. Guest is actually for a poem pasted above
The Christmas Wish. There is no author attributed to this poem.
Wherever there is poverty,
   May Santa Claus bring wealth;

Wherever one is weeping,
   May tears to smiles give way;
Wherever sadness hovers,
   May joy come Christmas Day.

To every heart that's aching,
   May peace and comfort come,

And may an outlook rosy
   Supplant each outlook glum;

May friends now separated
   Reunited be to stay,

And everyone find gladness
   Upon this Christmas Day.

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