Saturday, June 07, 2008
On Friendship: No Man Is an Island
I'm home for the weekend, and I found an old book of poems about friendship that my Mom gave me when I was very young. In reading through it, I found some poems that I really like and want to share...
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No Man Is an Island by John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a
piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be
washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as
if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy
friend's or of thine own were; any man's death
diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and
therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
There is no scale or chart on earth
To measure what a friend is worth.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
My Friend by Ray Croft
I love you not only for what you are
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made
of yourself, but for what you are making of me.
I love you because you have done more than any creed
could have done to make me good, and more
than any fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it without a touch,
without a word, without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps
that is what being a friend means, after all.
Friendship is...excerpt by Sister Constance Mary
Friendship is Magnetic
an attraction...
an affinity...
a resemblance
a connection...
an intimacy...
drawing us
to another person.
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No Man Is an Island by John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a
piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be
washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as
if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy
friend's or of thine own were; any man's death
diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and
therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
There is no scale or chart on earth
To measure what a friend is worth.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
My Friend by Ray Croft
I love you not only for what you are
but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made
of yourself, but for what you are making of me.
I love you because you have done more than any creed
could have done to make me good, and more
than any fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it without a touch,
without a word, without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps
that is what being a friend means, after all.
Friendship is...excerpt by Sister Constance Mary
Friendship is Magnetic
an attraction...
an affinity...
a resemblance
a connection...
an intimacy...
drawing us
to another person.
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