HOLDING THE LINE

There was little understanding

between them and him.

What was discussed fell fallow.

Them pressed the point to him.

He knew the choice of them

and their kind, “join them or

flounder alone.”

This was not for him.  He would

warm under a blanket of without,

and remain in division.

Them held strong the line, testing

him and the bounds between.

A shout from him to the clouds

Created a snap in the heavens.

He hummed a hymn, pushing

Full his voice at them, like wings

creating questions too great for

them to answer as he settled for

a peace deep within him.

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