Personally
Personally I don’t entertain beliefs
Any more than is absolutely necessary—
The problem with them being
They rarely perform as advertised
And may in fact more often
Blind us to the truth than reveal it
Today I’m told a story about brothers—
About how when one tried to introduce
The new love who’d come into his life
The other brother’s wife barred her
From ever crossing their threshold—
Living as they were “in sin”
After a lifetime with her and two grown sons
The brothers themselves are barely reconciled.
We visit the one now grown desperately
Lonely for she whose passing
At the mere mention of her name
Brings tears for his shunned beloved