To Die For
I’m sure I don’t understand everything that was involved
but some evenings when the breeze is slight but jazzy and the shadows are almost honest I feel I’ve a hunch as to why God thought this world was to die for. I’ve got nowhere near the courage God has but I’d like to believe that if presented with the same chance to take one for the team that I would have taken it, shame and all. Again, this would not be due to broadly shoulders but rather of possessing a ticker that’s a sucker for lemonade stands manned by the pure of heart that refuse to close up shop early because surely there’s one more righteous neighbor willing to pay for a cup of cold sweetness before the day’s end.
but some evenings when the breeze is slight but jazzy and the shadows are almost honest I feel I’ve a hunch as to why God thought this world was to die for. I’ve got nowhere near the courage God has but I’d like to believe that if presented with the same chance to take one for the team that I would have taken it, shame and all. Again, this would not be due to broadly shoulders but rather of possessing a ticker that’s a sucker for lemonade stands manned by the pure of heart that refuse to close up shop early because surely there’s one more righteous neighbor willing to pay for a cup of cold sweetness before the day’s end.
‘When the breeze is slight but jazzy….’ The summer evenings have moved through my windows with such a feeling……and I never could nail it with words that made them sound God ward.
This poem does all that, and more.
(clicking over via Mr. Glynn Young and Twitter). Glad I did.
love them stands. love ’em.
” … and the shadows are almost honest I feel I’ve a hunch
as to why God thought this world was to die for.” Yes.
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Love this.