[Debate] Brutus poem, for mother (new), 28/5/09

[Patrick Bond]

"The mills of God" my mother used to say
"grind exceedingly slow, but
they grind exceeding fine".
It was her way to claim
vindication for acts of injustice
when the scales of circumstance changed.

So here I sit, heaped in ash and sackcloth
an old man with many guilts
and little compensation -
it is then, my dear, remembering you.
your grace irradiates my mind

26/5/09