
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 then with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik
Here on my blog I try to keep my words to a minimum.
Somehow in real life I have a much harder time.
Is all my conversation filled with grace
and wisdom and love,
or am I just a clanging cymbal,
harsh and grating to all who hear?
Tears sting in my eyes, and I am sick with remorse...
was my heart heard?
1 comment:
I love this poem! One of my greatest friends sent me that... that's what true friends are able to do.
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