To my children
with new names, but anointed once
There is a new temple being built
The first is an author of hope undiminished, set on reaching God
The second, an Athenian heroine with angelic self-control
The third, a fighter willing to part ways and yet offer only two ways
For my father
A familiar saying
Frequently misunderstood
With a quick search one finds
Love enduring imprisonment
Faith and reason overcoming injustice
In place of a stone
some find a prudent jailor
lighting gas with rigamarole
For my mother
A poem for a poet
with gems inside
Hiding the Spirit
of the first, second, and third
as the new Temple is built
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