Three trees stand
	Like Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
	Keeping watch
	Over their ancient monument.
	In the garden
	All is silent, sunny, still--
	I can think and dream.
	What wonders
	Might have been,
	Were I other than
	Who I am?
	What wonder might be,
	Because of who I am?
	Guide me, Father;
	Love me, Son;
	Give me spirit, Holy Ghost,
	So my own stone
	May someday say
	Here lies a man
	Whose dreams and deeds
	Moved worlds
	And made Life
	A better place.

	5/10/82