Remembering justice

Upon our visiting you,I can only imagine what it must have been like—imprisoned, for a crime you didn't commit,your freedom withheld—like cold, tearless sorrow.

And I look at you nowand see, clear as the light within you,how innocent you areand how your words comewhite, yet packed as lamb's wool.

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Spiritual education of our children
October 31, 1983
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