Sound the trumpets and the drums!
The Christ has been born in Bethlehem!
All should approach on bended knee
Reliving the Alpha while remembering the Omega
Star (an acrostic poem)
Tag Archives: remembering
Forget (an acrostic poem)
Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
Wonder (an acrostic poem)
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Wonder (an acrostic poem)
What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky
Only she knew she could never get an accurate number
Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty
Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time
Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice
Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore
Barber (an acrostic poem)
Boy could those men tell you stories amid the smell of talc and aftershave
About times in the past that people have forgotten
Remembering with such clarity the neighborhood throughout time
Because they had been there for a combined hundred-sixty years
Everyone came there to sit in those ancient green chairs and listen raptly
Relishing their experience with those historians. The haircuts weren’t too bad either.
Raise (an acrostic poem)
Remembering all that has been lost
As well as all that we have gained
It is times like these that balance looking forward and back
Seeing this particular snapshot in each of our lives
Entices us to lift our glasses in a toast. Here’s to you, my reader.
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