[Dee R Darling]

 

OUR HERITAGE

 

They cut desire into short lengths

And fed it to the hungry fires

Of tribulation.

 

Long after when the fires had died,

Molten gold gleamed in the ashes.

 

They gathered it in bruised palms

And handed it to their children,

 

And their children’s children, forever.

 

Sister Vilate C. Raile