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
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had a friend whose father died shortly after mine did.
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Great adaptation Augustus. Great to see you again.
Thanks. Will be in and out as much as heavy duty drugs permit.
The Lord's Prayer is great....
words of wisdom my friend
Thanks wordman.
any time my friend
Our Father and our fathers are always with us.
Been ill. Thanks.
Funny. My notebook has this prayer on it. I love that prayer and say it often. My father was very spiritual. It made him a positive and wonderful person. Great reminder Augustus!
Good prayer to keep by your side.
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