I still believe in Fairies

Gift of friends


 

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it’s splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
’till our hearts ache to the breaking,
’till our eyes can’t shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.

6 responses

  1. Yes, there are – days! Well done, Ilse

    March 22, 2011 at 21:34

  2. There are days, when light and darkness are meeting each other. And you don’t know if you’ll win or loose. But I have decided light to be the one and only❤

    March 22, 2011 at 21:43

    • No darkness where there is light, I’m with you Sinikka….;-)

      March 23, 2011 at 04:32

  3. Indeed.
    Life holds all sort of days.
    We do wise to hold on to and remember the good ones, and let wind and rain wash away the not so good ones.
    Friends make the joy of good days twice as big, while the burden of the worst days are cut in half:)
    We should never take friends for granted…

    March 23, 2011 at 15:33

    • Every friend in my life is very special!!

      March 23, 2011 at 16:31

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