“Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person
Having neither to weigh thoughts,
Nor measure words - but pouring them
All right out - just as they are -
Chaff and grain together -
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them -
Keep what is worth keeping -
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.”
What a nice poem. I like it.