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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.

 

Actually…

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.