Wiley advised me not to divorce him
the sake of the children,
Judge Somers advised him the same.
we stuck to the end of the path.
two of the children thought he was right,
two of the children thought I was right.
the two who sided with him blamed me,
the two who sided with me blamed him,
they grieved for the one they sided with.
all were torn with the guilt of judging,
tortured in soul because they could not admire
him and me.
every gardener knows that plants grown in cellars
under stones are twisted and yellow and weak.
no mother would let her baby suck
milk from her breast.
preachers and judges advise the raising of souls
there is no sunlight, but only twilight,
warmth, but only dampness and coldó