Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Fwd: A poem I found

This is amazing.

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---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: "Diane Parker" <thescriptdodger@gmail.com>
Date: 22 Jan 2012 12:24
Subject: A poem I found
To: "Arj" <arj.name@googlemail.com>

Portrait of a Friend
 
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.
 
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
 
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
 
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
 
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.
 
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
 
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.
 
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.
 
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
 
~ Author Unknown
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