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his own person

me and Wendell

lithely, limberly he walks
the room’s perimeter,
as cattily as any feline—
his purpose a mixture
of prowling and patrolling,
of watching out
for trouble
and looking to get
into it

embodying the fullness
of the qualities of his
kind, Wendell is, yet,
irrefutably,
wholly himself,
his own person:
reserved and reticent,
but playful and ornery

deep in some
perverse corner of my mind had
lurked the silent expectation that
he might take the place of
my old friend whose
gregarious and
affectionate nature
had been my daily comfort,
whose gentle breathing
at my side lulled me
to sleep in the evening,
who, I think, saw himself
as my caretaker, and whose
absence had become a
bottomless chasm
in the peace of our home

instead,
he has revealed only
the pretension of such
wayward thoughts, as

that place belonged to Hauerwas, and,
though that chasm aches and yawns,
it will always belong to him, for
Hauerwas was his own person, too

and he was too good of a friend
to have that taken from him
he deserves better and,
as Lewis said,
“manna, kept, is worms”

it is far better,
more Godlike,
to miss the one
and to know the other
and let each of us be
his own person

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Hebrews 11ff

Driven by
longing
for a place
on earth,
those defined
by belief are
familiar with
discontent.
Confessors of
alienation,
they are searchers,
strangers and foreigners,
outcast and
unbelonging
forward-lookers,
believers in (against
all charges of
strictness and
pedantry)
a better, higher
country.
God’s own
children.

They are the
lonely prophets,
boat-rocking,
destabilizing justice-
bringers, lion-
tamers and
firefighters,
Houdinis and
feeble champions.
They are mothers
of the Risen, who,
though captured
and tortured, stare
resolutely into the
eyes of their captors
saying, “you can
take nothing
which won’t be
given back
better.”

They are the
jeered and mocked,
the beaten,
chained,
immolated,
indigent,
isolated,
homeless,
abused.
They are
hiders, den-
livers and cave-
dwellers,
solitary hobbits,
chased-outsiders.

They deserve better than this world.

They are the
still-waiting,
incomplete,
yearners, longers,
aching testifiers,
awaiting the reign of
the completer,
the author and finisher.

And they are
waiting for
you
to join them.

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