There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves

Today I celebrate this poem from James Kavanaugh. He was an American Catholic Priest turned Clinical Psychologist. He contributed to an awakened men’s movement and to religious expansiveness in the mid to late 1900s. His work continues to live in me and in many.

I love the poem for its naming and its invitation. Naming that there are many kinds of men and many kinds of choices. The invitation for, well, invitation, to be in opened choice rather than narrowed obligation.

Here’s to men being celebrated for choices that break the norms of confinement and competition. Here’s to any of us in our gifts.

There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves
James Kavanaugh

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who prey upon them with IBM eyes
And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.
There are men too gentle for a savage world
Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween
And wonder if the leaves will change their color soon.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws
And murder them for a merchant’s profit and gain.
There are men too gentle for a corporate world
Who dream instead of candied apples and ferris wheels
And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who devour them with eager appetite and search
For other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.
There are men too gentle for an accountant’s world
Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass
And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove.
Such gentle men are lonely in a merchant’s world,
Unless they have a gentle one to love.

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