Do you remember our youth...
when we were all justice & no mercy?

Now, as we grey
pieces of wisdom have seeped into our bones
& we have wrestled with the sides of things
sometimes to win,
sometimes to lose.

We have found both reason & necessity
for mercy,
formerly so scorned

But our bones move slower now
our fingers often ache
& what we have planted & gleaned

We must now share

What we have harvested we must feed
to the next ones...
The ones issued from our own bodies
& the others...the youth
placed by God in our lives

Let them eat with us now.

Come a time they will scorn our gardens
& come a time they may reject our wheat
& leave our bread behind

They may wander far...

But will return one day,
guided by memory,
like the scent of fresh loaves baking

& of wheat so sweet
that it melts in the mouth
like honey...

They will come home to true things...

Like we did.

They will come home
to the table
later on.