One of Vond Satterly's hymns.
Sing to rest our yesterday,
Our passions past, in due array.
Bereft of sustenance and sway,
Their green in time recedes.
Recall the thirsts we often knew;
They acted thus, in plain review:
Impellent to unearth, pursue
A Thirst to them exceed.
Respectfully we cast them free,
In fond remembrance, now untied,
A parting of belov'd debris,
The dusts on which we once relied--
Now pruned of pride and lesser loves,
We lay them by the wayside.
Sing, then, children of light, in word and deed:
Let my bones' striving sound this hymn of renewal,
My heart's yearning, an elegy for standard ardor.
Brother Vond