Sleep seems elusive tonight. The reason I came up with all these blog entries. By the way, here’s a poem by Khalil Gibran I like. Gibran was introduced to me by who else, but the hubby. In 1997, the first ever present/gift he gave me was a collection of Gibran’s wisdom in book form. Hey, now that reminds me – I have to find that precious little book!

And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.”

Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with
love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger,
and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you
fear not the “nay” in your own mind
nor do you withhold the “ay.”

And when he is silent your heart
ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship,
all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are
born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him
may be clearer in his absence,
as the mountain to the climber
is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship
save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the
disclosure of its own mystery is not love
but a net cast forth: and only
the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide,
let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you
should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need,
but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship
let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart
finds its morning and is refreshed.