Saturday, October 22, 2011

Inspiring friendship poems and quotes/The Gratitude of Friendship by Oliver Mbamara,The eye of soul by Oliver Mbamara,To a friend by Amy Lowell

Music:
Omar Khairat-Infatuation


The Gratitude of Friendship
Oliver O. Mbamara

Art by Steve Hanks

Many moments pass in life,
Some we joyfully remember
Others we choose to leave behind.
Grateful are we when our memories
Are blessed with blissful moments
Of love, peace, and affection.

Loved are we when in affection
Our hearts are gladly kindled,
Stirred by loving friendship
From those we come to meet,
Whose presence spark in us
That Light and Sound Divine

Reminding us once again
The true essence of who we are;
Beings of love and affection
Existing because of God’s love
Here on earth to learn and share
To renew and regain our identity;

Sparks of God!
Grateful Souls!
Loving beings!

The Eye of Soul
By Oliver O. Mbamara

Art by daniel F.Gerhartz

I judge you not by what you wear,
Whether your garment is of rag or riches,
Or your skin is of a color white or black,
Whether you wear some gold or trinkets,
Or decorate yourself with stones and diamonds,
I see you with the eye of Soul.

I know you, for who you are inside of you,
Not for your smiles, for smiles could be false,
Not for your looks, for looks could deceive,
Not for your appearance, for that won’t last,
And not for your clothes, for that only covers.
I see you with the eye of Soul.

I am a friend to that you inside of you,
Indifferent to your dose of limitations,
Forgiving to your human flaws of character
Unyielding to rumors and gossips about you
For the eye within sees even more,
I see you with the eye of Soul.

To a Friend
Amy Lowell

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.

The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!



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