Category: Falling in Love

Bean

~ Harlan Didrickson

And something

Was said

And down

To my

Knees I

Went crying

A hand

Came down

And lifted

My chin

Wiped away

Tears with

Soft fingers

Knelt with

Me and

Whispered come

Home come

Now this

World isn’t

Yours anymore

And so

I went

To heaven

Masks (to Dallas)

~ Harlan Didrickson

We met

At a

Masquerade ball

Not seeing

What we

Normally see

Instead listening

To things

We never

Heard and

At midnight

Masks were

Dropped and

There we

Stood now

More attracted

Than ever

Because then

We saw

The face

That whispered

The melodies

Upon which

We sang

Comfort (to Chandler)

~ Harlan Didrickson

And sometimes

We hear

A plea

And stop

What we’re

Doing and

Listen seek

Discover distress

We choose

Then whether

Or not

To provide

Comfort and

If so

We are

Indeed created

In His

Only image

Fruit

~ Harlan Didrickson

Are we

All not

Just bruised

Fruits whose

Skin has

Wrinkled and

Pulp has

Bittered don’t

We all

Want to

Be fresh

And washed

And coddled

Perhaps we

Weren’t plucked

To be

Eaten but

Rather placed

In a

Pie or

Preserve and

Enjoyed always

By many

Hell

~ Harlan Didrickson

Once on

A journey

I ventured

Into Hell

A black

Place filled

With tormented

Souls writhing

In anguish

Screaming for

Salvation and

Not one

Single cry

Was heard

Be thankful

To hear

The voices

Of sorrow

For neither

You nor

They are

There