Memoirs of God and Me


Remember



You let me fall, Lord, from a tree
when I was small; too small to see --
remember?
You let me almost drown one day
when I was merely out to play
remember?
You let me share a kiss so sweet
when I was young and not in need
remember?
You let me make my own mistakes
when I unravelled truths from fakes
remember?
Yet, Lord, You let me still survive
with scars and injuries I strive
remember!

please let me drink, Lord, from your well
from Life itself -- let memories swell
remembrance
of figs and wheat and wine and bread;
of olive oil and honey spread
remember:
I am your child formed from your More
from sacred breath you mouthed my core
remember?


myra
03.07.2005












Poetry by myra
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Written on 2005-07-03 at 21:39

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LurieJune
Myra, you are beautiful!!! You have to be to pour out your heart like this for all to read. A tear fell as I read and I was reminded from whence I came!!!! Thank you sweet Myra! ~Laura
2005-07-05


R.K.Singh
It's a lovely little prayer. I too wrote one such poem remembering my experiences of younger years. I must find it and post it one of these days.
--R K
2005-07-04


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a beautiful piece of poetry here - all the times of our lives, the joys, the pains, from ages old when young, to now, there lives the light.
*throws sunglasses up into the clouds and laughs :D
2005-07-03


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
masterfully written, and striking a chord within. there are no words...

i wish i could convey to you just how much this touched my soul.

thanks for the trip down memory lane,

StillHoppin
2005-07-03