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Remember the Light

Well, our older cat may be in her last days, so this poem came to mind. 
It’s really more about people, but maybe it’s all connected.

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A meditation on death …

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The light shines for awhile,
And then it palls.
Remember the light
When darkness falls.

Remember the good,
Remember the best,
Hold on in your heart,
To memory best.

Think not of the end,
For it really begins
A new door to freedom,
A new door within.

Many good times
Of laughter and love.
All multiplied
In heav’n above.

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A Summer Sunday

Today I’ll soak myself in sun,
To store it up for colder days, 
To build up light, and warmth, and ease, 
To keep refreshing summer breeze.

Today will be a time to rest;
A Sunday when I feel my best,
To store up mem’ries I can keep,
So I can calmly fall asleep.

Today is not the time to fret,
But put my hope in God and let
His peace and joy come fill my heart,
To give the week a blessed start.

When winter stretches out its hand,
I’ll reach within to mem’ries deep,
And bring out light, and warmth, and sun,
And pray the Lord does with me come.

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What Are Memories For?

What are memories for?
To haunt, to taunt, and still harass?
To calm, to heal, forgive at last?
What are memories for? 

Connecting us to times long past,
Is memory true, or false, we ask?
To weave a story, to give God glory,
To dream a dream, or nightmare gory? 

What are memories for?
To be a human, safe from danger,
Or so afraid — beware that stranger!
What are memories for? 

Without memory, we cannot learn —
Life’s long lessons grow strong and stern,
And yet, through hardship, we are stronger,
In trials and tempests, fear we conquer.

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Demolition

A creeping vine
Comes through a window.
Torn screens are seen
Through another.

The walls are marked,
Ready for the wrecking crew.
Beautiful French doors
Opening to a room, long unused.

It will all be gone soon.
The oak floors,
So meticulously crafted,
And an attic — did children play there?
What dusty memories dwell in the cobwebs?

Who lived inside these walls?
Were children born here?
Did someone die here?
Was there laughter; were there tears?

The stairs of redwood,
The old laundry and kitchen,
With built-in ironing board.
The back steps, all overgrown —
And the old bathroom.

It will soon be gone,
Too costly to repair;
The land’s so expensive —
Let’s build four new houses there!

Things always change;
Nothing stays the same.

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