Eulogy delivered at the Mass of Remembrance for Bill Lange at St. Francis of Assisi Church in Milwaukee

 William (Bill) Francis Lange

Read by Joel Lange at the memorial service on the 29th of October 2026 at

St Francis of Assisi, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

As I’ve reflected on my Dad’s life, two key themes come to mind.

First, my Dad, like many of us, was on a life long quest to find meaning and truth

in a troubled world.  The troubled world of his childhood home life and the injustices that he found as

he came of age.

Second, I believe he was striving to understand what it means to be a good man.

In the end my Dad did find meaning and truth and it can be summed up in one

word.  LOVE.

And through his journey NOT only did he find out what it means to be a good

man, he set an example for his children and grandchildren.  The Journey as my brother put it in Dad’s

obituary, he was “raised by a village of Lange’s”.

He was born on the 18th of March 1935 to Mary Kennelly and Bud Lange.

Although he loved and spent time with his mothers family, the Kenelly’s, Dad was

closer to his father’s family and was partially raised by his paternal grandparents

Muner and Pa and his aunts and his uncles.

They were his early role models, particularly Helen and Jerry and Jean and Joe.

At 18 he left Chicago to come to Milwaukee and Marquette, the first male Lange

to go to college.

In Milwaukee he enjoyed playing golf with Francis McNabb, his uncle, who would

become his step-father and Mac, his cousin, who would later become his step

brother.

Francis was a man who Dad admired and who he cared for later in life.

After graduating, there was his brief spell in the US Military and after his father’s

passing followed Francis into the paper industry.

Then he joined the Studium on the path to becoming a priest, having a stint in

Bolivia, where he briefly met Mom.

He returned to the US, was ordained as a priest and then returned to Bolivia

where Mom remembered him and invited him to help with her school.

They fell in love and eventually they left the church and got married. There was

the birth of Dori in Bolivia and the return to the US and the birth of Dave and

myself here in Milwaukee.

There was further study and work, advocacy in the union, his founding of the

Faith Community for Worker Justice and his work with Voces de la Frontera.

Along the way Dad showed the Man he was becoming and the Man he would be.

A spiritual man, an activist, a sportsman, a funny man and a family man.

Spiritual Man

In the Catholic church we talk about vocation and I do believe his vocation was

as a spiritual leader.

He practiced that as a priest, but also thereafter in everything he did. Dad was

passionate about people.

He believed in the rights of all people and particularly the poor.

He often quoted Rerum Novarum, the social encyclical issued by Pope Leo XIII

as a basis for his arguments on those rights.

These beliefs were rooted in his work in the church, in the union, the labor

council and the charities he founded and then also participated in.

They were also rooted in his education. He read and studied everything.

He was also a student of people themselves and the insights they could bring to

foster discussion and personal growth.

I remember him leading adult education at St. Michael's in Milwaukee and bringing

in speakers from mayor Frank Zeidler to Hank Raymonds the basketball legend.

He was about community.

There is an article in the Milwaukee Business Journal from 1997 about Dad and

his work with the unions and his fight for workers rights and social justice.

In the last paragraph of the article there is a quote from him saying “I don’t want

to give anyone the impression it’s labor vs business, or labor and the church vs

business....That’s not what I’m about. I’m about.....promoting community”.

He was an incredible writer and loved to make contributions to the Westside

news or write letters and articles for the various Catholic publications. Later on in

life he began to write a blog, which is a cherished source of his musings.

An Activist

While at Briggs he was active in the Union and in the 1990’s in the midst of

NAFTA and the movement of jobs out of Wisconsin he called on the community,

Catholics and politicians to act to save Wisconsin jobs.

He often personally called out Catholics in Briggs management, in publications

like the National Catholic Reporter, for failing to act.

He was not afraid to speak truth to power whether that was in confrontation with

Briggs bosses or major politicians.

Often his protest was subtle though and showed his humor. When bosses

allowed the workers on the Briggs assembly line to pick their own nickname he

chose that of Nicaraguan revolutionary Sandino. His picture with the nametag

made it into the Briggs annual report. This is also available to see in the back of

the room.

Once he was free of Briggs he was able to increase his level of activism in

protests he participated in with Voces de la Frontera or other groups.

He made many trips to protest against the School of the Americas in Georgia.

Just to read a quote from his blog from June 2011 when my parents attended a

Voces protest in Madison, Dad writes:

“After the protestors were removed, the meeting began again in earnest. Another

protestor stood up, removed her jacket and read a statement advocating instate

tuition. She was removed. Then one by one about 30 of us followed the same

tactic.

As I was carried out our son David called on the cell phone. Joanne answered

and said in a whisper, “I can’t talk, Dad is being arrested,” then hung up. On the

way home we called Dave and explained.”

Sportsman

So I think we’ve established that Bill was passionate, political and pugnacious.

Aside from all this he also loved sports.

Golf was also a passion and he told many stories of growing up caddying at the

Oak Park Country Club.

He would coordinate an annual family golf outing, which gave him the opportunity

to play with his brothers and have a shot at beating his uncle Joe.

With Baseball, It has to be said that Luke Appling was his idol growing up and the

White Sox were his first love, something he shares with the most recent Pope

Leo.... the ninth.

As we grew up he began to follow and then later love the Brewers. To say he

would have enjoyed their run in the playoffs, would be an understatement. Last

night Jacob Misioroski was asked how he managed to get through the nerves of

pitching that final game. He said “Through Bill”. I think he meant Contreras, but

who knows!

Although Luke Appling was his childhood hero he also had other favorites

including his Aunt Helen, who played to a very high standard in the women’s

leagues of Chicago.

In his final days at home he enjoyed gripping his baseball and showing different

pitches. In hospice it was where he came alive watching hours of baseball with

Dave and Mom.

A Funny Man

If you knew my Dad, he loved to tell stories and jokes. In his latter years he told

them several times. Jokes about the book the Yellow River by IP Daily or the

European joke about the kid with ice in his pocket.

He had one about fireflies and Chief Wauwatosa and his teepeepee which I don’t

think any of us really understood but you can see a theme in his punchlines.

He had his own jokey language, he called the Packers the Pickers, Football

Feetball, the World Series the World Serious, Santa Claus Sandy Clause and his

doctor, whose name was Dr Holisitch.... Dr Holyshitz.

A Family Man

It doesn’t feel right to say that family was a part of Dad’s life. It was his life. Not

just the family he was born into but, of course, the family that Mom and he

created.

My mom commented that he had his own unique and special relationship with

each of his children.....Dori......Dave.....and me.

But, love was not restricted to us. His love for his mother Mary. His love for his

brothers John and Jim and cousins. His love for his uncles and his aunts. A

fellow Chicago Southsider John Prine has a song “When I get to Heaven” where

he talks about wanting to see his Mama’s sisters “because that’s where all the

love starts”.

The love started with Helen and Jean, the aunts I mentioned earlier. Whether it

was at the annual 4th of July picnic or at the Thanksgiving table, Dad enjoyed

nothing more than making those two ladies laugh. And they loved him dearly like

second and third mothers.

When Helen signed her famous baseball picture which hung alongside his

sporting heroes she wrote: “I’m the luckiest person in the world for having known

Bill”. I am sure the two of them were the first to welcome him into heaven.

Across his entire family, with his own family, with my Mom’s family, the

Neustedters, and also with his children's in-laws, his cousins, nieces and

nephews and always with his grandchildren he was always interested in people.

What they were doing, where they were studying, were they playing sports or

doing art or music. What were their passions. He loved catching up with

everyone.

Many friends have mentioned this and how he would chat with you from his

perch in the breakfast nook in the kitchen or calling from his desk in the sunroom

of our house on 73rd Street. Always up for a philosophical, political, sporting

discussion or just to tell you a joke.

I mentioned at the beginning the two themes that emerged as I wrote this

remembrance.

That Dad was on a journey in his life to find meaning and truth.

He found that in finding LOVE....First and foremost with my Mom.

Last year I texted him to ask what had led him to join the Priesthood. Something

I had always wondered about.

His response came in a text via Mom

(he leveraged Mom for texting and my Mom leveraged Dad for Facebook. This is

another good example of a solid marriage)

His reply said:

“I thought Kennedy was the answer, I thought the ethics of Joe and Francis

was the answer, I thought the rationalism of Dominican philosophy and

theology was the answer. But I did find the answer. Love.”

When we celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary, I asked Dad why he married

Mom and left the church.

He said that “we concluded that we could do more for social justice as a

married couple than in the church”.

This was a noble answer and although true.....it masks the true love that they

have for each other.

Last year on his 90th birthday, he credited his longevity to his “beloved Jojo”.

That was the Love he found with Mom and with that Love he transformed the

lives of others.

As Mom said on his death bed, “he helped us all to be better”.

For every one of his children as well as his grandchildren Dad wrote a memo in

his bible on the day of their birth.

These were often full of scripture, sometimes poems and full of love and

inspiration.

They were filled with his hopes for his children and grandchildren and the world

they would encounter.

The entries for Dori and Dave are written in Spanish as at that time that’s where

his brain was wired.

The second reading in our service today was quoted in Dave’s entry.

Other entries reflect what he was wrestling with at the time.

Upon Liam’s birth, my Dad was going through a time when he was questioning

again what it meant to be a good man.

He wrote a poem called “Caritas” the Latin word for “Love” and the close of that

poem stated “When she nominated baby Liam Shin Rai and held him to her

heart, it was for this that she prayed.....I hope he will be a good man”.

27 years later.......... he died knowing that Liam is indeed a good man, that

Sean, Monique, Matthew, Jacob and Noah were good people as well.

He found meaning and truth in..... Love..... love of family....love of his

community......love in the pursuit of social justice.

The last 4 months have been a trying time for our family. Mom definitely did

extend his life along with Dave and Dori in their care and love for him.

It’s also important to mention the care of the nurses who looked after him as well

as the amazing friends and community that brought my parents food, said

prayers and visited frequently. Thank you!

Even as he slowly lost his faculties and endured the full hospice experience of

hard drugs and humiliation he found joy and love in his joking around with Dave

aka Segundo, singing songs with Jojo and having cuddles with Dori aka Primero.

As Dave noted in his Facebook post, Dad’s brain again was wired to Spanish in

his last days. The last time I saw him alive he had asked the nurse to see “the

boys”. I came over immediately and he said “Tienes que quedarte conmigo” or in

English “You need to stay with me”.

In July on one of my visits, I read a letter to my Dad that I had written for him.

I will close with an excerpt to the end of that letter.

“Dad, the love I see here all around you is incredible. The love you had for your

Mom Mary, our Mom, your children and grandchildren. You and Mom have

taught us how to love through your love.

Dad, all of the things above you know. I also know you know that I love you. But,

I want you to know though, how much I have always admired you, how you have

never let me down in any way and that you are an amazing Dad.

When I was born you wrote “Joel Esta” in a tribute in your bible.

And you quoted the prophet Joel saying

“I will pour out my spirit on all mankind. Your young men shall see visions. Your

old men shall dream dreams. All who call on the name of the lord will be saved”.

I’ll see you in my dreams if not sooner, Dad. And yes “Joel Esta”.

Misiorowski and Kwietniewski

  

Jacob Misiorowski

Jacob Misiorowski is a Phenom for the Brewers.  He reminds me of Casimir Kwietniewski because of his Polish name.   

Cass Michaels

I saw Cass as a 17-year-old recruit for the White Sox.  It was 1943.  Luke Appling was about to be drafted into the army.  It was 17-year-old Cass to take over.  I remember him being delighted at mixing with the older players. 

Cass quickly became a star as a Rookie.  He was moved to the Washington Senators in a big trade.  Cass changed his name to Cass Michaels.  In the trade, the White Sox got Nelson Fox who unexpectedly became an even better player than Cass Michaels. 

Nellie Fox

Cass Michaels had outstanding years as a second baseman, but he was beaned as a player for the Detroit Tigers.  His career was shortened and he died in 1982 at age 56. 

Jacob Misiorowski, as he goes forward, looks to an outstanding career.  I hope his fortune will be better than Cass. 

What Is True Catholic Faith? by Bill Droel

  

Catholics are schooled in the faith by memorizing dogmatic points and lots of Catholic trivia. What are the colors for various liturgical seasons and special feast days? What are the three possible destinations upon one’s death? Name the seven sacraments. Name the glorious mysteries of the rosary. Name the four gospels.

This quiz show format is perhaps acceptable for primary-grade children. It is regularly used in parish-based religious education programs and in a few light-hearted card games and skits. However, today’s Catholic young adults--with exceptions--exhibit little interest in or basic understanding of essential dogmas like the Trinity or the Real Presence in the Eucharist. When young adults do not know or do not comprehend or are uninterested in essential beliefs, their practice of Catholic faith wanes.

Nonetheless, many young adults are humanists. They are good people who episodically help with charitable efforts. They are conscientious on the job. They are loyal to friends. They possess some humor.  In a sense they are good enough Catholics, even though they don’t proudly identify as such.

In addition to basic knowledge of the faith there is another component to Catholicism. Catholics and other Christians have faith because in some manner Jesus fills their hearts and souls. Maybe the points of dogma and the elements of Catholic culture come first; maybe they come later. Likely the two are in a blender. But without a relationship with Jesus/God, faith is unsustainable.

Our Catholic bishops, deliberating at Vatican II (1962-1965), concluded that in daily life the deductive method must be complemented by reflection on one’s experience, leading to wise application. For example, there is a philosophical explanation of how Jesus is present in the Eucharist. There might be found here and there a young adult or two who has learned some of Aristotle’s distinctions and can articulate that explanation of the Real Presence. That same young adult, however, might never know or feel Jesus’ presence as they go about their job, their family life, or any of their other involvements. Another young adult can recite Psalm23 from memory without ever knowing the Shepherd. An exclusive reliance on the top-down approach of transmitting the faith potentially stifles creativity, inhibits research and expansion, distorts understanding of complexities, discourages action and cheapens relationships. Therefore, experience must be prior to any theory or ideology—not necessarily prior chronologically, but it is an essential ingredient to faith.

Vatican II teaches that religious experience is not separate from daily experience. In fact, faith begins with so-called ordinary encounters. To use a theological catch phrase: grace builds upon nature.

Yet, experience alone is insufficient. A person can fly through the months—a job promotion, new “friends” through social media, travel, a full social life, a positive health report and the like. Vatican II asks such a person, and all of us, “what is the meaning of this feverish activity?” Am I holy? Do I really love? How do I get my conversations past the superficialities? Why is my experience so episodic? Where will I be in five years? What’s the point of my prayer? Where did I put my moral compass?

Experience plus reflection equals faithful wisdom. A faithful person needs quiet time. The mobile device is locked away for an hour, or at least 45 minutes each day. The laptop is also asleep. The TV is disconnected. Still, wisdom does not arrive on the first try. It must be nurtured and sustained, especially through the dry times. Wisdom is particularly hard to gain in our individualistic, vacuous culture. It takes practice.

 The multitudinous rules of Catholicism are useless without faith-based wisdom. Catholicism admittedly comes with faults galore, some of which are scandalously immoral. However, Catholicism is a carrier of a sophisticated ethic, a rich culture with interesting symbols, a profound liturgy, inexhaustible Scripture and a heavenly host of role models. Going forward, the challenge is to observe and act in one’s surroundings, to judge the signs of the times and with discipline to reflect on growth in the love of Christ. Does it sound too pious? Well, be sure to put perfection aside. Then, holiness is possible in the here-and-now. Experience counts.

 

Droel is editor at National Center for the Laity (PO Box 291102, Chicago, IL 60629).

 

Catholicism and AI by Bill Droel

 

With hammer in hand, Martin Luther (1483-1546) struck a significant blow against clericalism and for the laity in the world by insisting on the universal call to holiness. A cobbler’s work is as valuable to God as is a priest’s, he explained. The vocation of a homemaker is no further away from God than that of a priest in the pulpit.

Subsequent leaders of the Reformation lost sight of Luther’s significant contribution on the primacy of baptism and the centrality of lay spirituality. Instead, those leaders preached the “utter depravity” of each person and claimed that the world was a playground for the devil. Temptation lurked all around. This pessimistic turn in Protestant thinking only reinforced the heaven and earth dualism, the difference between clergy and laity.

Gradually, Protestants found a way to balance the good that people can do in the world and the persistence of worldly evil. For example, successful industrialist Andrew Carnegie (1835-1919) pointed to the philanthropic responsibilities for monied Christians, in his 1889 essay “The Gospel of Wealth.”

Max Weber (1864-1920), a founder of sociology, popularized the balanced approach in The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism (Penguin, 1904). Certain Christian virtues (like thrift, competence, loyalty, efficiency, measured charity) reinforce habits that are important to success in a capitalist economy, he wrote. Unfortunately, the Christian side of this philosophy has been eclipsed these days by a laissez faire style of capitalism that prizes utilitarian ethics, individualism, and consumerism.

What does Catholicism have to say about work?

Karl Marx (1818-1883) and Friedrich Engels (1820-1895) were greatly disturbed by the downside of capitalism: crowded housing, dangerous occupations, child labor, in a word, misery. Their radical proposals included the abolition of private property.

Pope Leo XIII (1810-1903) came to the defense of private property in his 1891 encyclical, On the Condition of Labor. Leo XIII added, however, that capitalism must have restraints, like government regulation, labor unions, professional standards and more.

In his Theology of Work (Regnery, 1966), Fr. Marie-Dominique Chenu, OP (1895-1990) further developed Catholic doctrine about the laity at work. His perspective, like that of other contributors to Vatican II (1962-1965), was pegged to an industrial economy with its impoverishing downside.

Before his election as pope, Saint John Paul II (1920-2005) was a stonecutter in a limestone quarry. He was employed in a chemical plant and as a railroad maintenance man. He was a dramatist and a theater promoter. He was also quite fluent in the Marxist perspective on work. As pope, he wrote a September 1981 encyclical, On Human Work. It stands as a masterful Catholic reflection on the philosophy and theology of work.

Kate Ward of Marquette University brings the topic into our post-industrial context with Making a Life: Catholic Social Teaching and the Meaning of Work (National Center for the Laity, 2026).

Ward begins with a contrast between a work-until-you-drop mindset and a Catholic worldview. Our current economy is premised on what she calls workism. It values activity in the world exclusively by “outputs that can literally be counted.” Workism is associated with long hours on the job, with unpredictable job schedules, and with side hustles (aka entrepreneurship or gigs).

By contrast, as she details, Catholicism uses “an inclusive definition of work.” For starters, Catholic theology regards work as “more than what we do for pay… Unpaid work is work.” It is “any activity through which humans transform the world.”

Ward heaves aside the pessimistic idea that work is a punishment for sin. Adam and Eve were (in one translation) “dressing paradise” before the Fall and they continued to work thereafter. Rather than a punishment, work in and of itself contributes to holiness.

Though Catholicism maintains ideals about work, it is realistic; work--on the job, around the home and in the community--is irksome. Nonetheless, keep in mind that through toil and accomplishment the “primary importance” of our activity “is how it shapes the worker, rather than what work produces,” Ward urges.

Injustice finds its way into the world of work—again, on the job, in the home and in the community. Inadequate wages are a prime example. Yet, a person’s employer might be paying “the best they can afford,” Ward interestingly acknowledges. She goes on to explain the concept of indirect employers. These are the entities that set the terms within which a person’s direct employer (like a small business owner, a non-profit agency, or a franchise) operates—factors like government regulations, the sector’s expectations, the corporate office that controls significant variables.

Ward concludes Making a Life with applications of Catholic doctrine to caregiving, to art and leisure. She also examines food preparation from farm to table. Like all products of work, a meal is “a larger reality that can be called sacramental.” It stands “for something larger; the labor that produced it.” That labor is an extension of God’s ongoing creation and thus a meal (like other products or accomplishments) contains grace.

Pope Leo XIV chose his papal name, he says, precisely to build upon the Catholic theology of work begun in 1891 by Pope Leo XIII. Specifically, Leo XIV says Catholicism must reflect on an AI-economy. Kate Ward’s Making a Life is a good start to such reflection.

Droel is editor at National Center for the Laity (PO Box 291102, Chicago, IL 60629). It distributes On the Condition of Labor by Pope Leo XIII (free), On Human Work by Saint John Paul II ($7) and Making a Life by Kate Ward ($18).

 

Dilexi Te – A Root of Anti-Semitism?

Pope Leo XIV's 1st Encyclical

"Now I am going to make the synagogue of Satan--those who profess to be Jews, but are liars, because they are no such thing--I will make them come and fall at your feet and admit that you are the people that I love."  Rev.  3:9  

After the destruction of the Jewish temple in the year 70, the Jewish community was split between the synagogue Jews and the Christian Jews.  There was hostility between them as indicated by John’s book of Revelation and other scriptural passages.

Does Pope Leo XIV’s Encyclical serve as a follow-up to Leo XIII’s inaugural Encyclical on social justice, Rerum Novarum 1891, or simply a demonstration of a root of anti-semitism? 

Machine Politics and the Church by Bill Droel

 

The Catholic church and the political machine had a symbiotic relationship in Chicago and elsewhere for many years. So argues Dominic Pacyga in his latest book: Clout City (University of Chicago Press, 2025). Chicago politics was “a mixture of the sacred and the profane, a combination of cultural and religious roots and more worldly pursuits,” he writes. “Chicago is a secular, capitalist city, but one with a religious core.” Pacyga includes synagogues and Jewish organizations on the religious side. Both the machine and the church/synagogue were compassionate alternatives to the Protestant establishment, popularly called downtown or big corporate.

Within his timeframe, 1870 to 2023, Pacyga profiles many of the key actors in the machine, most of whom were Democrats. The machine’s efficient years were 1930-1965 when it was largely associated with Richard J Daley (1902-1976), whoserved 21 years as Chicago mayor and 23 years as the party’s chair in the county.His son Richard M Daley, now in his mid-80s, subsequently served 22 years as mayor.

The machine was hierarchical. The boss relied on faithful commissioners to oversee city services. With rare exceptions the boss also controlled the city council. The council member (called the aldermanin Chicagolingo) was paired with a ward committee person. The next level (covering maybe four to a dozen blocks) was the responsibility of a precinct captain, whose day job was often with the city.

The machine had a practical communitarian mindset in contrast to society’s dominant philosophy of individual achievement. A collective mentality was nurtured, in part, by ethnic and religious culture, says Pacyga. He uses De La Salle High School in Chicago’s near southside as an example. It was “a political incubator” for machine politicians, Pacyga details. Five mayors including the Daley’s graduated from De La Salle. Plus,the school educated two county presidents and “countless other politicians, judges and city officials [and] numerous businesspeople, police officers, firefighters and a host of city workers.” That high school stressed order, hierarchy and loyalty. It “encouraged Catholic attitudes toward fairness, duty and sin, often in deep contrast to the rampant individualism and unbridled capitalism” of Chicago.

Of course, the machine had corruption. However, neighborhood people overlooked it, as long as the community at large benefited from jobs, emergency assistance, license considerations, snow removal, trash collection, fire and police protection. The machine “existed side by side with an approach to political governance that derived from and centered on the communalism of Chicago’s immigrant and working-class communities.”

A similar description of New York’s machine, called Tammany Hall, is found in Terry Golway’s Machine Made (W.W. Norton, 2014). Again, political corruption was taken for granted. But for New York’s immigrants, especially those from Ireland, Tammany was able “to mediate the capriciousness of laissez-faire capitalism.” It delivered jobs and social services to working families in a respectful manner, untainted by paternal noblesse oblige.

As in Chicago, the New York machine relied implicitly on a foundation in the Catholic experience. Golway devotes several pages to Archbishop John Hughes (1797-1864), describing him as “aggressive and political to his very marrow.” Hughes, originally from Ireland, explained the feeling of Irish and other immigrants: For the first five days of my life, I was “on social and civil equality with the most favored subjects of the British Empire. Then I was baptized asa Catholic and became a second-class citizen.”

In time the machine model of urban politics disintegrated, Pacyga says. The corruption became too enriching for too few while service delivery declined. Further, the post-1960s reform movement within the Democratic Party drew its leaders into elite circles. They associatedwith tech barons and favored focus groups over the word on the street. The Democratssupportedseveral cultural causes foreign to the Catholic sensibility. Suburbanization was the big factor in the machine’s decline. As immigrants left the city, they took on aspirations of the upper-class. Their Catholicism, if it remained at all, was like the individualism of evangelicals.

Nowadays, does a local politician or a pastor have any influence on one’s difficulties with health insurance or with internet providers or with immigration policies or employment opportunities? Does the notion of community have any traction in a society where the sum of striving individuals is the ethical norm? Is a government or church model based on services in any way compelling to today’s young adults?Should there be a new machine and what form would it take?

Droel edits a printed newsletter on faith and work: INITIATIVES (PO Box 291102, Chicago, IL 60629)

Prayer in Dodge County Detention Center

 

Dodge County Detention Center in Juneau, Wisconsin

God and Our Father, you are present here with us.                                                                    Thank you for bringing us together today in your honor.                                                            We ask you to light up our path                                                                                                  That we now walk in this world.                                                                                             

                                 You are the hope that we and our families                                                  Receive, the hope that you give us.                  Help us continue forward          With faith, and with love and dignity.                                                                                                                    God our Father, it is good that you are at our side                           Teach us to be resilient                        And thus overcome adversities.                                                                                                                                           Love for always,  For our families.                                                         But soon we will be back together                                          To carry on loving each other as always.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          This poem is the English translation of a song composed and sung by a volunteer visitor to the Detention Center.  After the visits with the immigrant detainees, individuals offer a prayer from their hearts.