As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie
Harold took a bite of a Bavarian sugar cookie
he finally felt as if everything was going to OK
He finally feels as if everything will be alright
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair
Sometimes, when we are in fear, in despair
in routine and constancy
In daily chores, set in stone
in hopelessness and tragedy
When I am hopeless, I am lost in the face of tragedy
We can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies.
We can thank God for the Bavarian sugar cookies
And fortunately, when there aren't any cookies
Luckily, when there are no cookies
we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin
We can still be on our familiar hand
or a kind of loving gesture
Or a gesture of love
or a subtle encouragement
Or encourage me carefully
or a loving embrace
Or a loving hug
or an offer of comfort
Or warm comfort
Not to mention hospital gurneys
Not to mention the stretcher in the hospital
and nose plugs
And nose stick
and uneaten Danish
There are also Danes who can’t eat enough
and soft-spoken secrets
And whispering
and Fender Stratocasters
And Fanta Tritcaster guitar
and maybe the occasional piece of fiction
Maybe there is an occasional novel
And we must remember that all these things
We must remember all of this
the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties
We think these are just embellishments in our daily life
which we assume only accessorize our days are,
Subtle, strange, calculating
in fact, here for a much larger and nobler cause:
They exist for great and noble reasons:
They are here to save our lives.
They are here to save our lives
I know the idea seems strange,
I know this idea looks weird
But I also know that it just so happens to be true.
But I also know that this happens to be true
And so it was:
This is:
A wristwatch saved Harold Crick
A watch saved Harold Creek
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