Tuesday, February 10, 2009

A Toast to Friendship

It is such a nice feeling to be surrounded by family and friends, especially if these are friends you have kept in contact with in whatever way. Of all the birthdays I have celebrated I could say that this is the most significant. Very good friends in highschool came, Cindy, Ish, Marlette, and Arlene; followed by my college buddies, Seth and husband Bobby, Shin, Aileen, Tony and wife Tina, and Gina. Sadly other close friends - Jesusa, Iza, Joids, Kuya Rico, and Therese were not able to make it due to unforeseen events. I would also like to acknowledge another good friend of mine, Weng (currently in Korea) who called to wish me well on this special occasion. Of course the same goes to my blogger friends, Ria, Rex, Gem and Drey not to forget my well wishers at facebook there are just so many.... :) I know I sound like someone who won at the Oscar's but the feeling is akin to one.

To all of you let's toast once more and celebrate life in the company of our family and friends... I hope you like this poem as much as I do....
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.

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