by BarrellofartGrand Rapids, Michigan, USA
Dec 2009 453 Views 6 comments
Faith and Gratitude
When I was little
My Grandpa wrestled bears
Every Sunday
Out in the woods
Behind the small house
He built for us
At least
That's what he told me
And I believed him
For many years
Even after
I had figured him out
My Grandpa wrestled bears
Every Sunday
Out in the woods
Behind the small house
He built for us
At least
That's what he told me
And I believed him
For many years
Even after
I had figured him out
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2009
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Comments (6)
The idea, in the title, is just about that.
There's a point at which you have to believe something, because it's what you're told.
There is also a point at which you may realize what you have been told isn't entirely accurate, but you are grateful for it, because you understand the reason it was done that way.
Growing up, a lot of things are like that.