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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