"My Faceless Friend"
Your face, your smile, I have never seen
I don't know the color of your skin
Your voice and laughter I have never heard
I don't know if it is soft or loud
Your hugs I have never felt
I don't know the strength of your arms
Your hand I have never touched
I don't know if it is calloused and worn
But to me you are my FRIEND
Dearer and sweeter than many I've found.
The question come to me, "How can that be?"
You don't know a face, a touch or a sound
But is it the physical nature of a person
That causes me to call you "my friend"
Or the feel of a touch or the strength of a hug?
I don't need those for you to be my friend
You have shared with me words of strength
At times I have felt weak and worn
You have brought to me a smile, a laugh
Uplifting me and bringing me joy
You have bent your "ear" to me and listened
Then gently guided and directed me with your words
You have hugged me tight and wiped my tears
Then generously gave to me above and beyond
You are more to me than words on a screen
For behind those words is a person who cares
A person with feelings, a tear, and a laugh
Who holds my mind safe and secure
For even though I don't know your face, your touch
I feel and see you in my mind
You have been all to me that I needed you to be.
Now and forever within my heart ---
MY FACELESS FRIEND
{author unknown}
Cherished Friends
God must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.
He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little things"
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.
I think he knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain
At trials and misfortunes
Or some goals we can't attain.
He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.
He knew we'd need companionship
Unselfish...lasting...true,
And so God answered the heart's great need
With a CHERISHED FRIEND....like you.
{author unknown}
Compliments of Shorty5462!
The Most Caring Child
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once
talked about a contest he was asked to
judge. The purpose of the contest was
to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child
whose next door neighbor was an
elderly gentleman who had recently lost
his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the
little boy went into the old gentleman's
yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat
there. When his mother asked him what he
had said to the neighbor, the little boy
said, "Nothing ... I just helped him cry."
Thank You, Linataz! |