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.

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