Our fathers are in heaven
we\'re hollowed, not the same.
Only memories come,
their wisdom done,
our worth now seems lessened.
Live not ways of weary dread.
But relive for us their caresses
and learn thus to give to those
who need caress more than us.
Please yield us not to condemnation,
and sever us from all quarrel
For the Lord is our wisdom
Our story, we endeavor
Until then.
Augustus/ Redlands, CA / August 1985