I am grateful for this poem.
I memorized it as a college student when I fell in love with how it described my most meaningful friendships. It's by Dinah Maria Mullock Craik.
O, 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 ,
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.
Thank You, Lord, for this beautiful, perfect poem.
On being grateful 365 days a year (or 366 in this case).
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