How Grateful I Am
How grateful I am for the friends that I know,
Friends who I see and make my smile grow,
Friends who I cherish and help when I can,
Friends who help me a better man.
How grateful I am for my family, blessed,
Family that accepts me when I’m a mess,
Family to laugh with, to play with, to love,
Family forever with God up above.
How grateful I am for the earth where I live,
The earth that selflessly, generously gives,
The earth full of beauty, of life and of joy,
The earth that we all are blessed to enjoy.
How grateful I am for the words of the Lord,
The words of the prophets who testified bold,
The words of disciples who struggled like me,
The words of the scriptures, so inspiring.
How grateful I am for the Savior, dear,
My Savior who, when I’m troubled, always is near,
My Savior who loves me when I stumble and fall,
My Savior who helps me to grow to my all.
In following the Prophet’s advice, I wanted to post a poem every day this week, instead of just on Sunday as I usually do, listing things I am grateful for. Today I wanted to #GiveThanks for the many friends I have, and the times they help me in my life.
Friends who let me talk to them
When I just need to talk,
And get it all out in the air,
Friends who sit there while I cry,
When I feel like crying is all I can do,
To let my emotions out.
Friends who accept my cookies and hugs
When that’s all I can give,
Though they need so much more.
Friends who make me feel like I belong,
When loneliness is heavy on my mind
And belonging makes it better.
Friends make life a better place,
So thank you, God, for all my friends,
And please, help me be a good friend, too.
Originally published 08-21-19
I have had several experiences this week that have taught me
the priceless value of friends who know how to really listen. When I wrote this
poem, it wasn’t based on any specific personal experience, but I think we all have times
in our lives where we need friends who know how to hear silence.
To Friends Who Know How to Hear Silence
When the loudest noise is the stubborn air conditioner,
and tears rolling on cheeks,
When words are gone, are incomplete,
though repeated however heartfelt,
When it seems that each man—and I—am an island,
an ocean away from true connection,
an ocean away from humanity,
When all I have inside that must be said has
no words, no true names,
When my thin voice cannot capture my bursting soul,
How thankful I am for friends
who know how to hear silence.