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Guard your heart

This afternoon
on the bus
a girl sat beside me wearing
modest tattoos
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one
on her wrist said
Proverbs 4:23
when I asked
what that was
she told me
it means
guard your heart
you know
like Solomon
or some other Simon says

Above all else,
guard your heart,
for it is the wellspring of life
I said
oh
ok
that's nice
what I meant
is that it's true
but I was more worried
about what bad experience
she had had
to make her feel
she needed
to give warning
with the passage
on her wrist
or whether she did it
because she wanted a tattoo
and wanted
to warm up her parents
to the idea
with a view
to getting more
perhaps a sleeve
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or maybe something
more delicate
on the ankle
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or a shoulder
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but before
I got carried away
I remembered Proverbs 22:5

Thorns and snares are
in the way of the crooked;
whoever guards his soul will keep far
from them.

and then I wondered
how much
into the dark side
she really was

had she ever
recoiled
in horror
at the characterization
of womankind
in Ecclesiastes 7:26
I find more bitter than death the woman,
whose heart is snares and nets,
and her hands as bands:
whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her;
but the sinner shall be taken by her.


but perhaps
I overthink
and should just giggle
with her friend
who asked
what I wanted
to know
I don't think she had tattoos
but nor did I get the feeling
she desired Wisdom at any cost

but the two
of them were innocent
of malice aforethought
or untoward design
of any kind

I got off
at the next stop anyway
and reheased the lines
I learned
in Baptist Sunday School
McLaurin
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or some other Scottish man:
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Listen, my sons, to a father’s instruction;
pay attention and gain understanding.
I give you sound learning,
so do not forsake my teaching.
For I too was a son to my father,
still tender, and cherished by my mother.
Then he taught me, and he said to me,
“Take hold of my words with all your heart;
keep my commands, and you will live.
Get wisdom, get understanding;
do not forget my words or turn away from them.
Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you;
love her, and she will watch over you.
The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom.
Though it cost all you have, get understanding.
Cherish her, and she will exalt you;
embrace her, and she will honor you.
She will give you a garland to grace your head
and present you with a glorious crown.”
Listen, my son, accept what I say,
and the years of your life will be many.
I instruct you in the way of wisdom
and lead you along straight paths.
When you walk, your steps will not be hampered;
when you run, you will not stumble.
Hold on to instruction, do not let it go;
guard it well, for it is your life.
Do not set foot on the path of the wicked
or walk in the way of evildoers.
Avoid it, do not travel on it;
turn from it and go on your way.
For they cannot rest until they do evil;
they are robbed of sleep till they make someone stumble.
They eat the bread of wickedness
and drink the wine of violence.
The path of the righteous is like the morning sun,
shining ever brighter till the full light of day.
But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness;
they do not know what makes them stumble.
My son, pay attention to what I say;
turn your ear to my words.
Do not let them out of your sight,
keep them within your heart;
for they are life to those who find them
and health to one’s whole body.
Above all else, guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it.
Keep your mouth free of perversity;
keep corrupt talk far from your lips.
Let your eyes look straight ahead;
fix your gaze directly before you.
Give careful thought to the paths for your feet
and be steadfast in all your ways.
Do not turn to the right or the left;
keep your foot from evil.
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but somehow
the resolutions
of some Synod
or of the General Assembly
of the Church
of Scotland
was not so important
as what I saw
of that girl's smile
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when
I noticed
her tattoo
at all.

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