Our fathers,
who lived all their lives on earth—
are going now. They have given us all
we need, and when we asked, they gave us more.
Their names
are beautiful to us, holy
as the names of stars, as familiar
as the roads we traveled, falling asleep
on the way
from one farm to another.
Their kingdoms were small; they were never
interested in more than one homestead,
and as for
evil: although they could not
keep it from, us, they tried to keep us from
temptation, though we were like all children
and wanted
our own power and glory,
world without end, forever and amen.
Joyce
Sutphen, After Words (Red Dragonfly Press, 2013)
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