My Warped Ideas

This is a site about the struggle's I have in my life. Thru it all, I hold out for one thing, HOPE. Thru all the darkness and when the light seems to be ever fading, I hold HOPE close to me, knowing that it alone, will guide my heart. JUST WHEN WE THINK IT WON'T HAPPEN, LIFE SUDDENLY STARTS AGAIN!!

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Location: Ontario, Canada

This is all about me, in the words that follow I show my struggle's, my fear's, my pain. Yet through it all, I hold out. For I believe there is one thing, that is always eternal in me, and that is my hope. My hope that through all the darkness, when light seems to be ever fading that no matter what way I turn I feel only coldness, I hold hope close to my soul, knowing that it alone, will guide me. That no matter the stuggle's, I have an angel that sits on my shoulder, and speaks quietly in my ear. I know that although I feel alone, I will never be.

11.19.2005

What is a Friend?

What is A Friend?
What is a Friend? I will tell you.
It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself.
Your soul can be naked with him.
He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are.
He does not want you to be better or worse.
When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent.
You do not have to be on your guard.
You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you.

He understands those contradictions in your nature that lead others to misjudge you.
With him you breathe freely.
You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meannesses and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyalty.
He understands, You do not have to be careful.
You can abuse him, neglect him, tolerate him.
Best of all, you can be still with him.
It makes no matter. He likes you. He is like fire that purges to the bone.
He understands. He understands
You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him.
Through it all- and underneath-he sees, knows and loves you.
A Friend? What is a Friend?
Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself.

C. Raymond Beran

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I always liked this poem.

15/12/05 2:23 a.m.  

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