A poem written in response to the talk by Paul and Margaret Toscano at a meeting of The Unitarian Fellowship of Provo last February. Paul's story of his excommunication from the LDS Church was so touching, Nancy felt inclined to write this poem.

The old men grope for power that will never
      be theirs again (save for the fading
     faces of those who defer out of habit,
     or a numbness of spirit).

They stumble over their own words and
     corporate rules,
Banishing the faithful who cry to be heard.

Awaken, old men of worn out creeds
     and myopic myths!
Hear what your people are saying!
Feel what your people are feeling!
Do not silence them with your merciless decrees,
Or command blind obedience
     like the fearful god of Abraham.

Listen to your soul!
Rebirth yourselves in the true wombs of humanity.
Mingle among those who love enough to be
     critical of the stagnant ways of the past.

Dance with democracy,
     for she is the mother of freedom,
     and the daughter of equality.
Sing with the mixed chorus of humanity,
     for its harmony will bring you joy!

--Nancy Moore