Pictures on the Cave Wall

I look for the humility and pride I want in doubt

When I can only look there.

I close my eyes. Help me pray like a man. Not like a fool.

Accept my doubt and my self-conscious blessings and

My rote mumbled grace. Give me a chance.
I know I can be good.

Plato saw shadows on the cave wall. They said something eomewhere else is pure.
I saw bright painted animals. I will go with the hunters and their dogs.

I want a fire and food and love and

I want to hear the love story again,
Or the friend story:

I’m 17, back in the boys’ bathroom at high school, punching and kicking

Andrew Fane, who hit Colleen so hard and often. I didn’t know.

She was my friend.

For months I didn’t know. How stupid. He humiliated Colleen, she crawled,

She was my friend and that is more than a saint for me.

She was my friend and this is more than a saint for me and for many like me.
Save me from the coarse things all men are offered.

I will do the right thing.

Help me guess the right thing.

​Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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Universal

Universal

I have been with my eldest child
Where she lay small and in pain.
I was bouncing her bed to sleep
To sleep to the song of the oldest prayer,
To one of the oldest songs of love,
Known to Priam and Hector at Troy
Known to Lear, Known to Kent,
Known to the heart that pumps in a jar,
Known to the crowd at the accident.
I want to die before you die
I want to die before you die.

Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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This poem was published in Canadian Poetry
Thirty five years ago

Carla at 75

Carla at 75

Adventures in charity.
Compassion as the last pity goes.
You knew they would be dangerous.
You used to win people. Now
Like a missionary you live among those
You did not attract, or choose,
Or win, witness for a sweet god only as strong as alms.
Since you were 16 you knew
You would stop making your life shine.
You are working on the invisible cathedral.
Now you know what gargoyles really are.

Here is what mother Theresa learned:
Only alms are stronger than doubt.

You are a pilgrim now, the word worn out,
The pilgrim washed and scrubbed and fresh.

Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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Gifted

Gifted

It felt more important to have a darling and children
Than to live a story.
We have vignettes
of love and work and study.

I tried hard to be good.
I had to make up for the gifts that god, the fairies, or genetics did not give me.

What is certainly true except vignettes?
You my love have been compassionate and brave.

I think the names
Of love, courage, compassion, diligence, honour,
and some others as if they were gods.

Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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These Are Your Courage Lessons

These Are Your Courage Lessons

These are your courage lessons:

You are one of the outsmarted,

With the outsmarted women and children.

The devils laughed at your sex.

They were the local devils.

They laughed at your sex.

They laugh at a child’s courage.

If you have grace

You might get alms

As good as love,

The same as love.

Paul Anthony Hutchinson

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