Nostalgia !
I awakened in the middle of the night;
with thoughts of long ago;
remembering both sounds and sight;
why does memory make it so?
I’m now old; and memories fail me;
why do they suddenly appear;
mere snippets of a long ago, reality;
depicting pleasure or fear.
Every lifetime is exquisite and eloquent;
with memories that ebb and flow;
why do I remember; scenes, irrelevant;
long before, I started to grow.
Intricate details of the Master’s plans;
of how we’re wonderfully made;
each is created by the Artist’s hands;
as thoughts of the past, cascade.
Memories are the windows to who we are;
and how we came to be there;
their intricacy can almost seem bizarre;
such details depict God’s care.
Many memories are joyful and jolly;
each, depicting a pleasant time;
other memories are more melancholy;
leading to thoughts more sublime.
Memories are the sum of what we are;
or, who we’re destined to become;
footprints showing we’re come this far;
through love; all become one.
Monty 7.20.26. # 3,459