I have memories of childhood
Images of happy times
So scarce I scarcely remember
I look to my children's childhood
Unfolding like a flower
In the warm morning sun
I pray for plentiful memories of play
Of happiness in bloom
No mourning sons.
Always thinking of the long run
A telescopic visionary
Missing the forest for the horizon
Seeking insights into the distant future
I fear being blind to distance
That being absent from the present creates
Lord God grant that I guide
As I walk at your side
And lead my sons as I am lead
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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