Writing is a needed reaction to life. I use it as therapy when my heart is broken and celebration when I’m joyous. Instead of “planning to” write a book, a short story, or a poem for publication, I’m now writing for me. If my contemplatives evoke thought or feelings in others, that will be a bonus. I enjoy blogs that are like people: well-rounded with a variety of interests. Because of this, I will include all my interests, including eBay. I hope you enjoy my efforts.
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Friendship -Poem by Carol Elaine Faivre-Scott
Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.
-Poem by Carol Elaine Faivre-Scott
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