We are all kin. What kin you due?
The Nothing Special — Owed to What Kin You Do
They took
Care of their own
The giving
Nothing special
Of average Joe’s
Every wear
In thin
A regular
At that owed time religion
More likely to court
Than lovely woo who
Amor a bout
Probable cause
Then what
Possibly kin
Do
That in suffer Abel brood
My brothers, a keeper?!
What are we
As kin
At best
Amor much like
Kin dread spirits
Mything the point of awe
Racing to our clan
When effaced
With the holy uncompelling
As prey for your enemies
As fodder forgives them
Fore they know knot
What they due
Amor
Then some Dad joke
I’m telling!
As sum propriety formula
Of pleas
And thank yous
Passably
Not the most
Mature
Butt have to
Do
Rather entreating us
To entertain being
As full groan
As your father in heaven
Sow wanting
Just us to be
Awe you kin be
This poem is loosely inspired by Matthew 43-48:
“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be mature, therefore, as your heavenly Father is mature.
The word “mature” in the last verse is typically translated as “perfect.” Years a go I heard that a more accurate translation was “mature.” This struck me as more accessible. Plus, I am a recovering perfectionist — the shadow side of my unrepentant idealism. The point is to grow “up” not mirrorly follow the herd.
