What I Take from Laban’s House
If I have the audacity to have a problem I must provide the instantaneous solution or be the cause of world-wide panic. Additionally it is the height of rudeness to have open-ended dilemma. It makes the gods uncomfortable don’t you know; makes them shift in their seats and wish me away. I prevent banishment by either, being problem free or solution-full and when the answers are not to their liking, I exile myself saving them the inconvenience and me the embarrassment. It is never good to implode the household deities; you never know when you might need one for historic perspective or a door stop.
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WHEN A SNAPPER CROSSES THE ROAD
What should I do?
I see the soggy green/gray lump creeping the macadam
Too slow to survive for long
The urge in me to aim
And end the duckling-eaters life
Is short lived but a palpable surge
My Disney style justice is dismissed
But heard from nonetheless
Shall I pull over and assist?
This turtle is as ill equipped
For this stretch of road
As I am ill equipped to aid in its conveyance
Should I reach with my fingers or toes
To something I know can extend its neck
And sever me from parts I hold dear?
The ever present missionary in me has spoken and is silenced
In fact what I can do is slow down and give wide birth
I know this creature is a danger but never more so than me.