And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13
rock solid
when you run your hands through water and feel it flow through your fingers, like putting your hand in the creek or over smoot, cool stones
warm, comforting and big; you couldn’t hold it
very small, but strong, steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and burns very low but no winds can make it flicker because it will not give up
fuzzy
the soft jackets you feel in Walmart
sticking your hand in a dark hole and not knowing what’s in the dark hole
awhhhh…?
hopeful, reassured, a texture I enjoy, like a blanket
velvety smooth, like God
I have no idea
Feathers, really soft and warm, almost like a warm snowball, you have to hold on but you can never hold on
bouncy, kinda smooth, like a six month baby’s bottom – resilient and youthful like a new born baby
the same as wine
Emily Dickinson poems
warm, baked chocolate chip cookies/everything’s going to be okay because you have cookies
warmth
like the fluffiest dog’s fur; comforting, like petting a dog’s fur is comforting and relaxing
or oobleck, its solid when you hold on but runs through your fingers when you let go
death
like a dirt road: some days, after a nasty storm, it gets bumpy, but it always gets flat again
like a Labrador puppy
soft, warm, fuzzy/rocky rough – that’s what makes it mature
warm, soft, smooth; like melted chocolate
being sockless
fluffy and chocolate
tingly and annoying
fuzzy and familiar
I did not write this poem, not really anyway. This is a form poem. It is formed from the words people I care about have said. These lines bring out three greatest gifts to life.
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