The beauty of friendship resides in the soul
Of anyone willing to give
Each soothing embrace mends a heart, less than whole
And fills the weak with strength to live
Through times of great sadness, friendship offers hope
And promises brighter tomorrows
To those who may be far less likely to cope
While struggling with many sorrows.
The beauty of friendship knows not of the past
The present is all that is seen
A friend treats each hour, as if it is the last
No matter how long it has been
With belief and guidance, each heart is pure gold
Spreading glory ‘cross every mile
Indeed, a rare treasure the world shall behold
True friendship comforts with a smile.
The beauty of friendship is a priceless gift
Worth much more than dollars and cents
It is always there when spirits need a lift
When nothing in the world makes sense
Through times of great hardship; of turmoil and loss
On one thing, I’ll always depend
No matter the anguish, the toll or the cost
Love thrives in the heart of a friend.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
I know your sadness will linger for your father! I'm sorry I didn't know sooner! I care just the same and I will try and promise to visit more often!
You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers!
This friendship poem you wrote, flowed like butter ! EASY and SMOOTH! Loved it! As your heart heals - writing will increase the depth of your true feelings!
and this poem is TRUE!
STay Positive!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady Sheexoooo
You are right... your father would have wanted you to continue to write. There is something especially cathartic about sharing our emotions and memories of loved ones... I look forward to learning more about your father as you share your thoughts of him as your heart heals from his loss.
Cryssa
Newfie Hugs, Rose
hugs
Fee
- Bible: Ecclesiastes