by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

I just finished three days on Faith, Hope, and Love.

My journal seems disjointed to me, and although I tried to bring them together, I almost feel the need to apologize for my lack of clarity.

But isn’t that what faith, hope, and love are? In the midst of chaos, disappointment, all the stressors of life, isn’t it a quantity of Faith, Hope, and Love that keeps us ticking?

No matter what life throws my way, no matter who comes and goes, and what capacity they serve while we’re together, Faith, Hope, and Love always stay.

Dont’ be shy. We’re in this world together. Let’s love it, ourselves, and each other.

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“Because We Are Friends”
[March 6, 2009, re-edit August 22, 2011]

If you wanted coffee, I’d already know how you take it.
If I had an ice cream sundae, I’d let you eat the cherry.

If you wanted to whisper, I’d silence the world.
If I needed to shout, you’d be my bullhorn.

If you wanted the beach, I’d build you a sand castle.
If we enjoyed a trail, you’d be the falling leaves.

If you watched tv with me, I’d let you control the remote.
If you sang on Broadway, I’d be your marquee.

If you needed a babysitter, I’d find one so we can both go out.
If I wanted to stay in, I’d let you come over before I cleaned.

If you won a prize, I’d be your pedestal.
If I failed at anything, you’d pull me back up.

If you had a great day, I’d hold your hand high.
If I had a bad day, you’d hug me tight.

If you were a book, I’d read the complete series.
If I were binary, you’d be my numbers.

If you were a pen, I’d refill your ink.
If I were a page, I’d let you write in my margins.

If you needed anything, I’d find a way.
If I won the lottery, I’d let you share my winnings.

If you had a tragedy, I’d be your comic relief.
If I were hyperventilating, you’d be my sedative.

If you needed a friend in the middle of the night, I’d stay until next week.
If I missed you like no tomorrow, I’d still let you go.

Because we are friends.
And I trust you that much.
And love you even more.

And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!

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