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Reasonable Words

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I married my small town
There was no shotgun
I had a way out &
My youngest son was set

When faced with a choice of flight
& hoping to find you
While hoping you would find me
I chose love & sacrifice over poetry

Truth is though poetry never left
Never will leave
Moves as I move
But I may have sacrificed
Any chance with you
I was not afraid to risk
All my coin on a pitch & toss
Then write 10,000 words
That makes a gain of loss
I just couldn’t tell what was true
You seemed to prefer your solitude

Aside from that
There was a need
A weight that fell
Upon some I love
There was no providence coming
Other than what these hands
With what
I had in my hands
In my heart
In my mind
With my choice

This is not to say no one cared
It’s just that it’s ruggedly
Individualist out here
& the trickles
Never get anything close to
Raising our boats
Some would hug you
Hope for the best
And feed you fried chicken
At the all-volunteer fire department
On 1st Saturdays
But even those who
May have had a way
Relied on misguided interpretations
Wrong-headed applications
Accidentally worshipping
Like the Pharisees
Throwing tea parties
Shouting taxed enough already
& when things fall apart
Sincerely believing
It must be God’s will

Maybe laying on of hands means
Love each other in action
Maybe holiness has its roots in wholeness
In making each other whole
With understanding
On loving everyone
Doing the highest good
One knows can be done
Each day self-examining
& learning some
21st century literacy

So, I took all my resources
And saved one sinking ship
I’m no hero
Just a man who knew
It might be a last opportunity
To protect what he knows to be true
In a real physical situation
Something like blankets and coats
In an arctic freeze season
So, I married my small town
Because in the beginning
There was reason


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