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pages/essays/dents-in-the-bat.md
| ... | ... | @@ -7,49 +7,49 @@ abstract: A short poem on my relationship with God |
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| 9 | 9 | One night, I dreamt I walked with God<br /> |
| 10 | -down the long road of my life.<br /> |
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| 11 | - |
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| 12 | -Scenes flickered past like an old VHS tape: |
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| 13 | -some good, |
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| 14 | -some rough, |
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| 15 | -and one labeled “1988” |
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| 16 | -—which, respectfully, |
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| 17 | -we do not speak of. |
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| 18 | - |
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| 19 | -And in every scene, |
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| 20 | -God was right there beside me, |
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| 21 | -carrying this |
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| 22 | -dented aluminum baseball bat |
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| 23 | -with my name scratched into it like a prison shiv. |
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| 24 | - |
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| 25 | -Finally I asked, |
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| 26 | -"Okay… seriously. |
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| 27 | -What’s with the bat?" |
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| 28 | - |
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| 29 | -God gave me *that* look. |
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| 30 | -You know the one. |
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| 31 | -The |
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| 32 | -"I love you, |
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| 10 | +down the long road of my life. |
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| 11 | + |
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| 12 | +Scenes flickered past like an old VHS tape:<br /> |
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| 13 | +some good,<br /> |
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| 14 | +some rough,<br /> |
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| 15 | +and one labeled “1988”<br /> |
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| 16 | +—which, respectfully,<br /> |
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| 17 | +we do not speak of.<br /> |
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| 18 | + |
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| 19 | +And in every scene,<br /> |
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| 20 | +God was right there beside me,<br /> |
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| 21 | +carrying this<br /> |
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| 22 | +dented aluminum baseball bat<br /> |
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| 23 | +with my name scratched into it like a prison shiv.<br /> |
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| 24 | + |
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| 25 | +Finally I asked,<br /> |
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| 26 | +"Okay… seriously.<br /> |
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| 27 | +What’s with the bat?"<br /> |
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| 28 | + |
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| 29 | +God gave me *that* look.<br /> |
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| 30 | +You know the one.<br /> |
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| 31 | +The<br /> |
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| 32 | +"I love you,<br /> |
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| 33 | 33 | but come on, |
| 34 | -you already know this" |
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| 35 | -look. |
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| 34 | +you already know this"<br /> |
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| 35 | +look.<br /> |
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| 36 | 36 | |
| 37 | -And He said: |
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| 37 | +And He said:<br /> |
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| 38 | 38 | |
| 39 | -“Listen. |
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| 40 | -My child. |
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| 41 | -My beloved. |
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| 39 | +“Listen.<br /> |
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| 40 | +My child.<br /> |
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| 41 | +My beloved.<br /> |
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| 42 | 42 | |
| 43 | -You do **not** |
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| 44 | -respond |
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| 45 | -to gentle suggestion. |
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| 43 | +You do **not**<br /> |
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| 44 | +respond<br /> |
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| 45 | +to gentle suggestion.<br /> |
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| 46 | 46 | |
| 47 | -You do not ‘pick up on hints.’ |
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| 48 | -You do not learn from |
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| 49 | -‘quiet internal nudges.’ |
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| 50 | -No, no. |
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| 47 | +You do not ‘pick up on hints.’<br /> |
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| 48 | +You do not learn from<br /> |
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| 49 | +‘quiet internal nudges.’<br /> |
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| 50 | +No, no.<br /> |
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| 51 | 51 | |
| 52 | -**You** — |
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| 52 | +**You** —<br /> |
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| 53 | 53 | require percussion.” |
| 54 | 54 | |
| 55 | 55 | I stared at the bat. |