The Root of Morality

We are moving, but God wants us to stay in Minnesota.

How do I know? I am no illiterate believer! I can read the signs!

We have been packing things, and moving them to the garage,
preparatory to loading them into the trailer, in proper order.
As a consequence, I cannot get my pickup into the garage.
It is difficult enough when there are no boxes there: I have to
pull in the driver's side window, and hold my breath.

And tonight--here is the sure sign from God that I am displeasing him--
we are told to expect sixty mile an hour winds and hail.
Hail ruined our house roof and four garage doors just a couple of years ago.

The signs are simple enough. God wants me here in Minnesota,
but in order to keep me here, he is willing to ruin my pickup.
How am I supposed to be grateful and obedient in the face
of such pure extortion? I tried that once before: "Go into the ministry",
God said, "and save your eternal soul! And keep the Svinth family
off your back, too!" That didn't work, either.

More than that, my friends are warning me that it is hot in Tucson.
I know it is hot in Tucson. I have lived in Arizona three times,
and in Tucson twice. The temperature here, in Minnesota, today is 92 F.,
with gale force winds and predicted hail for traitors and traducers with pickups.

Kokopelli said he would dance for me, if I came back to Tucson,
and Coyote, the Creator, has already stopped by our back yard.
Here in Minnesota, I am lured with the threat of damnation and destruction.

I don't want to be good just so I won't be hurt.
I had something gentler and more inherent in mind.

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