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

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Thoughts on the New Year.

Flo with a dog, circa 1920-1930.
This little poem has a date attached, 1/8/58, so it's one of the later additions to Florence's journal.  Horatio Nelson Powers was an Episcopalian minister who wrote poetry on the side.

I can't find a title for this piece, but it definitely speaks to the fresh page of a new year.

A flower unknown; a book unread;
A tree with fruit unharvested;
A path untrod; a house whose rooms
Lack yet the heart's divine perfumes;
A landscape whose wide border lies
In silent shade 'neath silent skies;
A wondrous fountain yet unsealed;
A casket with its gift concealed...
This is the year that for you waits
Beyond tomorrow's mystic gates.

                ~Horatio Nelson Powers

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