. Yours Was the early face . Of smiles And kindness . Though nine years Was too brief . A human Acquaintance . And in memory now You shine like a saint . Supportive Creative . Eyes shining With living fire. . Dedicated to my grandfather, James Pepper, 1903-1980.
. Flee Forgetfulness . Remember In mind . There is not A dark vast emptiness . But the love Of God . Pouring light Endlessly . Throughout space And time. .
. Keep The memory . Of God Alive and right . In your heart Each moment . Of the day And of the night. .
. Commemorate The sacred places . Of beauty, memory, and significance - . How else is meaning found In odd corners of earth . But the human stories Enacted on that ground? . It is not chance That will elaborate . Each single human mystery But acts of intention . Told, remembered, Shared as history. … Continue reading It Is Not Chance
William Wordsworth's great poem The Prelude is a kind of autobiography in poetry. In the early books he recalls childhood memories, and this detail, of listening to a single bird singing in an old church, I find particularly striking and beautiful... ...that single wrenWhich one day sang so sweetly in the naveOf the old church, … Continue reading Inspiring Poems: …the wren that sang so sweetly
Where is the future If not in the past? Where the present Is not lost In the choices You did not take? And the memories Echo In the garden Of the mind Like a flowering Rose.