My memory is for my Beloved.
Mind wants to use it to…
ride the merry-go-round of the past,
dwell on playground kisses and slaps,
count my Monopoly money.
If memory were a book
each page would only contain His image.
If memory were a movie
every frame would be filled with His love.
If memory were a song
every note would sing His vibration.
Memory is the book, film, song
I use to create my way into the higher worlds.
In His image the past and future merge.
I remember Him
in order to image the glory to come.
That glory is me.