Touching Shoulders

There’s a comforting thought at the close of the day, When I’m weary and lonely and sad,That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart and bids it be merry and glad.

It gets in my soul and drives out the blues, and finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: “I’m glad I touched shoulders with you!”

Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong? Did you know there was one leaning hard? Did you know that I waited, listened and prayed, and I was cheered by your simplest word?

Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face, For the sound of your voice ringing true? Did you know that I grew stronger and better because I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive for the place that I know I must fill; I am thankful for sorrows, I’ll meet with a grin what fortune may send, good or ill.

I may not have wealth, I may not be great, but I know I shall always be true, For I have in my life that courage you gave when once I rubbed shoulders with you. 

Author Unknown

My friend Karla lost her husband Les, to cancer earlier this year. Daphne, another of our friends does very nice woodworking and she put this poem on some wood with a picture of Karla and Les.

It’s a beautiful poem so I thought I would share it with you today.

3 comments for “Touching Shoulders

  1. Karla
    June 23, 2009 at 8:04 pm

    Janice,
    I can’t tell you how many times I have read the poem, and yes each time I tear up. That was such a wonderful gesture of caring on Daphne’s part giving it to me and I am so happy you shared the poem with others. It should be shared, because we all have someone or someones who have been influential in our life.
    Love you,
    Karla

    I agree Karla and I love you too! 🙂

  2. June 23, 2009 at 5:00 pm

    Yes, you should have, Janice! The kleenex, I mean. What beautiful words. It’s a simple thing to apply these thoughts to those we’ve loved and have lost in death. But I am thinking of someone I lost who has moved on past me, leaving me sad but thankful we touched shoulders….and praying that touch will come again.

    There were a number of co-workers who retired, within a couple of years, near the time I did. One was my boss, and she used the phrase, “I’m glad you passed through my life.”

    The person mentioned in the first paragraph is someone I did not want to “pass through” my life, but to remain.

    I will print off the the poem you’ve referred to and keep it.

    Judy, Isn’t it amazing the things people say and do that impact us in a positive way? I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. I know it will be one of my favorites.

    I hope your the person you mentioned will cross paths with you again, and remain.

  3. June 23, 2009 at 1:23 pm

    That is awesome….thank you for sharing it.

    Your welcome Terry. I probably should have given a kleenex warning. 🙂

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