Wish for a Sunday Afternoon

Sunday by Edward Hopper

Hang on buddy,

there’s a new dream coming

although Sunday is heavy

as a rooted stone.

I know that your strength

is tired of being strength,

but try to hold

on through the thick hours.

I know how much you’ve lost

and not complained,

beaten by what should have

pulled you through. You're

not defeated yet. How could

you be? The world can’t

match the colors of your

beautifully disastered heart.

 
 
                      
                          -Brent Allard

To a Lost Child

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When you're born already lost,

St. Christopher passes you by,

afraid that like the Christ

you'll be too heavy for his shoulders.



Those who lost their own ways, later

won't even turn their heads,

reminded of the choice they had.



Those who've never left their path,

may love you once they claim you,

because we own and then we love.



But you won't forget, when their whispers stop

around you, as if your hearing had a switch;

you, who have scanned every secret,

whose eyes have swept the open world

for the path never offered, the question

that should have come before the answer.

 
 
                                         
                                              -Brent Allard