{"id":3956,"date":"2022-08-11T10:58:23","date_gmt":"2022-08-11T14:58:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3956"},"modified":"2022-08-22T07:23:07","modified_gmt":"2022-08-22T11:23:07","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-189","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/08\/11\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-189\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #189"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Neil Gaiman is an English author of novels, comic books, graphic novels, nonfiction, films, and poetry. I have never read his books but they seem to mostly have some fantasy\/magical element to them. That is not the type of book that appeals to me but I do love this poem that I stumbled across the other day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

On an unrelated note, I have been having ongoing trouble with the service that sends my blog update emails. I finally got it fixed today but quite a number of posts never got sent out. So, if you want to go back and read my poor, neglected posts of the past couple of weeks that would be great. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This is everything I have to tell\nyou about love: nothing.\nThis is everything I've learned\nabout marriage: nothing.\n\nOnly that the world out there is\ncomplicated,\nand there are beasts in the\nnight, and delight and pain,\nand the only thing that makes\nit okay, sometimes,\nis to reach out a hand in the\ndarkness and find another\nhand to squeeze,\nand not to be alone.\n\nIt's not the kisses, or never just\nthe kisses: it's what they mean.\nSomebody's got your back.\nSomebody knows your worst\nself and somehow doesn't want\nto rescue you\nor send for the army to rescue \nthem.\n\nIt's not two broken halves\nbecoming one.\nIt's the light from a distant\nlighthouse bringing you both\nsafely home\nbecause home is wherever you\nare both together.\n\nSo this is everything I have to \ntell you about love and \nmarriage: nothing,\nlike a book without pages or a \nforest without trees.\n\nBecause there are things you\ncannot know before you\nexperience them.\nBecause no study can prepare \nyou for the joys or the trials.\nBecause nobody else's love,\nnobody else's marriage, is like\nyours,\nand it's a road you can only\nlearn by walking it,\na dance you cannot be taught,\na song that did not exist before \nyou began, together, to sing.\n\nAnd because in the darkness\nyou will reach out a hand,\nnot knowing for certain if \nsomeone else is even there.\nAnd your hands will meet,\nand then neither of you will\never need to be alone again.\n\nAnd that's all I know about \nlove.\n\nAll I know About Love\nNeil Gaiman<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Neil Gaiman is an English author of novels, comic books, graphic novels, nonfiction, films, and poetry. I have never read his books but they seem to mostly have some fantasy\/magical element to them. That is not the type of book that appeals to me but I do love this poem that I stumbled across the other day. On an unrelated note, I have been having ongoing trouble with the service that sends my blog update emails. I finally got it fixed today but quite a number of posts never got sent out. So, if you want to go back and read my poor, neglected posts of the past couple of weeks that would be great. This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing. This is everything I’ve learned about marriage: nothing. Only that the world out there is complicated, and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain, and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes, is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze, and not to be alone. It’s not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it’s what they mean. Somebody’s got your back. Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn’t want to rescue you or send for the army to rescue them. It’s not two broken halves becoming one. It’s the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home because home is wherever you are both together. So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing, like a book without pages or a forest without trees. Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them. Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials. Because nobody else’s love, nobody else’s marriage, is like yours, and it’s a road you can only learn by walking it, a dance you cannot be taught, a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing. And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand, not knowing for certain if someone else is even there. And your hands will meet, and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again. And that’s all I know about love. All I know About Love Neil Gaiman<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3957,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3956","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3956","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3956"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3956\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3987,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3956\/revisions\/3987"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}