Mother embraced me despite my errors
Numerously that I committed so frequently
Patiently seated with me on the ground
Holding my untrained hands gently, but so firmly
She taught me numbers, also the alphabet
Until my feeble being, transformed into a man of letters
Power in Church shut me out, fearing errors
Even before I could vocalize the inherent faith
Impatiently, stamping boisterously on the ground
Holding clenched fists above head
While the hierarchy was so reluctantly manoeuvring
With it, they also shut out, all traces of truth
Numerously that I committed so frequently
Patiently seated with me on the ground
Holding my untrained hands gently, but so firmly
She taught me numbers, also the alphabet
Until my feeble being, transformed into a man of letters
Power in Church shut me out, fearing errors
Even before I could vocalize the inherent faith
Impatiently, stamping boisterously on the ground
Holding clenched fists above head
While the hierarchy was so reluctantly manoeuvring
With it, they also shut out, all traces of truth
Henry Victor 31.02.1995
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