I just went there for a few things, on what was supposed to be a quick, simple stop. But as I was getting ready to check out and leave, I saw an aisle I had never noticed before. The banner above the aisle, instead of "Canned Goods" or something like that, just said "Everything". Curiosity got the better of me, and I took a detour to see what was there.
Lining the shelves was, quite literally, everything you could think of. I walked past a bunch of people inside
This poem kind of looks like it's about a guy, but it's not. It's a little more metaphorical than that.
To Have and to Hold
After this long
I knew that time
would shed its light
from now until
that time had come
I lay there hurt
and so alone
During the day
the sights and sounds
kept it away
or at least down
the nights then
I went for a walk today with my Father. And I skinned my knee. He knew that would happen! He knows everything! I should have asked Him. When He said "Let's go for a walk", I should have asked Him if I was going to get hurt. Then, I could have stayed home.
Where? It was down by that pond, where all the ducks live. We were feeding the ducks, and I went down the bank to get a better look. When I tried to climb back up the bank, I slipped and skinned my knee.
Remember exactly what you thought
when nobody knew how hard you fought
when they all ignored your tears
dissed your hopes, embraced your fears
Never forget how feeling this way
made you feel the need to pray
and hold on to the hurt you felt
when that crushing blow was dealt
When you held on as though your life depended
on seeing how this trial ended
and grabbed that hope you couldn't see
the desperate hope of victory
The jogger started to catch his breath as he flopped onto the grass for a much-anticipated rest. His mind wandered as he lay on his back, staring up at the sky and noticing the way the soft, puffy clouds mottled it so irregularly and yet so perfectly with shades of white and light gray.
He saw a small brown bird fly into his field of vision, and his thoughts turned to the wonder of flight. He thought, as had many people before him, about how glorious it must be to soar through the air