Childish but still my favourite use of AI
DH: Just for fun- let’s write a little poem about how icecream numbs our pain and has soul healing powers..
AI:

The Gospel of Ice Cream
by two souls (and one AI), tired and wise

On days when the sky feels too heavy to lift,
when dishes pile like tiny defeats,
and your thoughts swirl thicker than whipped cream—
there it waits.
Soft. Cold.
Merciful.

A spoon is a prayer.
A pint, a sermon.
Each bite a small forgiveness
for things you didn’t get done,
for the things you wanted to say but swallowed.

Vanilla, like silence that listens.
Chocolate, like secrets it agrees to keep.
Mint chip, brave enough to be bright
in a world that mostly forgets how to sparkle.

They say ice cream can’t fix your life—
but maybe it doesn’t have to.
Maybe it only needs to sit beside your sorrow,
melting with it,
one creamy sigh at a time.

Because sometimes
healing doesn’t look like progress.
It looks like a quiet kitchen,
a spoon clink,
and the sacred hush
of sweetness that asks nothing from you at all.

⸻

Want to write another one sometime? Maybe about coffee, or plants that listen, or dreams that survive through laundry and baby cries?