Fate Does Exist

  Since the moment I first met you online,
I knew that I had found a wonderful friend.
Your humour always makes me laugh,
But your gift for wit never ceases to amaze me.

When the woes of the world overwhelm me,
You are there with comfort and perspective.
 Your sense of humour makes me smile;
 Your compassion and understanding makes me rejoice.

 There are billions of people in this world.
 And of all these people, I met you.
  Fate has brought us together;
 Fate will hopefully never tear us apart.

 Because of you, I know that fate must exist.
You are living proof.
Although I may not say it often,
I value you immensely.
 Thank you for being my online friend.

Friendship Rose 

Just like a rose, 
so precious and rare, 
is the forever friendship 
  the Circle of us share. 

Planted with kindness,
it's warmed by the sun
 of caring and sharing, 
laughter and fun. 

It's grounded in trust 
and nurtured by love, 
with a sprinkling of grace 
from God up above. 

Tears of sadness and joy, 
like dew, renew this friendship 
I share with you. 

And in the heart's garden, 
we find the room to be ourselves, 
to grow and bloom. 

A blessing of beauty unsurpassed, 
our friendship's a flower 
that will always last. 

A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully.
      Before it blossomed, he examined it. 
He saw a bud that would soon blossom. 
He also saw the thorns, and he thought, 
"How can any beautiful flower come from a plant,
burdened with so many sharp thorns?" 
Saddened by this thought, 
he neglected to water the rose,
and before it was ready to bloom, it died. 

 So it is with many people. 
Within every soul, there is a rose.
 The "God-like" qualities planted in us at birth, 
growing amidst the thorns of our faults. 
Many of us look at ourselves and see 
only the thorns, the defects. 
We despair, thinking nothing good can 
possibly come from us. 
We neglect to water the good within us, 
and eventually it dies.
We never realize our potential. 

Some don't see the rose within themselves. 
It takes someone else to show it to them. 
One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is 
to be able to reach past the thorns and 
find the rose within others. 
This is the truest, most innocent, and gracious characteristic of love - 
to know another person, including their faults, 
recognize the nobility in their soul, and yet still help another to realize they can overcome their faults. 
If we show them the rose, they will conquer the thorns. 
Only then will they blossom, and most likely, blooming thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold, as it is given to them. 

   Our duty in this world is to help others, 
by showing them their roses and not their thorns. 
It is then that we achieve the love 
we should feel for each other. 
Only then can we bloom in our own garden.

I Got A Dozen  Red  Roses 
From A Friend The Other Day; 
But I Only Have One Left, 
For I Gave Them All Away. 
I Gave One To My Sister, 
Who To Me Is Very Dear, 
In Hopes That It Will Bring To Her 
A Little Floral Cheer. 

I Took One To A Friend 
Who's Not Feeling Very Well; 
The Flower Or The Visit - 
Which Helped More I Could Not Tell. 
One Went To A Friend 
I Haven't Known For Very Long. 
She Struggles, So In Some Small Way 
I Hope This Helps Her Carry On. 

The Rest Went To The Ones 
Who've Helped Me In So Many Ways; 
 They Have Been A Cheerful Presence 
On My Very Dreary Days. 

 The Roses Were So Pretty 
I Just Could Not Keep Them All, 
Except One Single Bud Standing 
Beautiful And Tall. 
My Friend Gave Me The Flowers 
To Help Brighten Up My Day, 
But The Biggest Joy I Received 
Was In Giving Them Away.