my memory, his memory
My memory,
He calls it “word salad,”
Taking off in different directions—
Trees, concrete blocks, in the middle
And then
On the edges of a cliff.
Some say I have none.
I read and never
Remember;
The concepts though,
Stick
Like honey, dripping,
Tasty to the lips.
I, instead,
Remember God likes to be glorified,
But he remembers
Specifically I Corinthians 1:29,
“So that no man may boast in the presence of God”
Or
Chapter 10, verse 31, “So, whether you eat or drink,
Or whatever you do, do all to the Glory of God.”
I, that He can be a jealous God, is omnipresent.
All His characteristics unfold during reading,
And a picture of Him takes shape
In my mind.
I can feel the shape but not remember the words.
I remember the conversations had with people,
Each sigh or a feeling of a sigh.
The seen and the unseen,
I get mixed up.
What wasn’t said but should’ve or could’ve.
Let’s just say it was expressed,
And I picked it up as though it was passing in the wind.
The business of reading tea leaves,
He refers it to.
Well thanks for reading,
And I’ll remember the conversation we had.
Sure … he sure doesn’t, a little autistic
His mind is instead, in the business of
Remembering THINGS.
This calls for an unseen sign,
Perhaps.
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He calls it “word salad,”
Taking off in different directions—
Trees, concrete blocks, in the middle
And then
On the edges of a cliff.
Some say I have none.
I read and never
Remember;
The concepts though,
Stick
Like honey, dripping,
Tasty to the lips.
I, instead,
Remember God likes to be glorified,
But he remembers
Specifically I Corinthians 1:29,
“So that no man may boast in the presence of God”
Or
Chapter 10, verse 31, “So, whether you eat or drink,
Or whatever you do, do all to the Glory of God.”
I, that He can be a jealous God, is omnipresent.
All His characteristics unfold during reading,
And a picture of Him takes shape
In my mind.
I can feel the shape but not remember the words.
I remember the conversations had with people,
Each sigh or a feeling of a sigh.
The seen and the unseen,
I get mixed up.
What wasn’t said but should’ve or could’ve.
Let’s just say it was expressed,
And I picked it up as though it was passing in the wind.
The business of reading tea leaves,
He refers it to.
Well thanks for reading,
And I’ll remember the conversation we had.
Sure … he sure doesn’t, a little autistic
His mind is instead, in the business of
Remembering THINGS.
This calls for an unseen sign,
Perhaps.
Back to Poetry Menu