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There are special people who enter our lives, who reach out in times of hardship and say the words that give us hope, renew our faith, and lift us up out of the darkness. When we are wrapped up in our grief, sometimes we fail to see it or acknowledge it. I want to thank the people in my life who have been consistent in doing this for me, for I am most grateful. They nourish my soul.

Found on Google+ on 1-16-15. Rodeo-Three-2. Toby Harriman

Found on Google+ on 1-16-15. Rodeo-Three-2. Toby Harriman.


Your words came just when needed.

Like a breeze,

Blowing and bringing from the wide salt sea

Some cooling spray, to meadow scorched with heat

And choked with dust and clouds of sifted sand

That hateful whirlwinds, envious of its bloom,

Had tossed upon it. But the cool sea breeze

Came laden with the odors of the sea

And damp with spray, that laid the dust and sand

And brought new life and strength to blade and bloom.

So words of thine came over miles to me,

Fresh from the mighty sea, a true friend’s heart,

And brought me hope, and strength, and swept away

The dusty webs that human spiders spun

Across my path. Friend, and the word means much–

So few there are who reach like thee, a hand

Up over all the barking curs of spite

And give the clasp, when most its need is felt,

Friend, newly found, , accept my full heart’s thanks.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox