Sharing Gentle Memories

Gentle memories dispel
misty hope's love
Making pink hybiscus blossoms
ripple into wind
God's windows eases
with tender brushings
for morning glory's blues,
and arousing iris's eyes
Heaven repeat their welcom'd trails,
For I know from distance high,
God is touching us.
His voice echo'd, pining
for cathedral'd song
Angels reminiscence, for peace,
Their wings amaz'd heaven, too, trust,
Waves ell'd its sound over repetitive squall
If life becomes jello'd,
perhaps being imbalanc'd
Listen for God's mechanical
bouy's vibration droning,
flinging telepathy into the sea's well.
To decry your fragment'd sublime
In thoughts of sea-weed's pell mell.
My eyes smiled, this red of my lips,
remembering audacious moments so unique.
Each person I'll meet today, anywhere,
Will cry about life
in their secular words.
An opened and closed mind sharpen, then
thinks of Ancient of Day's, Himself, for life.
People's hearts touched
with whom they love,
Like angels wearing wings,
behind their sleeves.
Words caring, sharing gentle memories
to pass from the past
Going forward to the future.
Holding trembling hands,
releasing dread and fear,
By giving Jesus their prayers
through metamorphosis.
Intermittent words chose
to dream a gossamer film,
peacefully with silence and post their sleep,
To live only inside this ball of gentle memories
Be careful not to be so brittl'd
Like shattered windows,
Life is fragile, handle with care!


By Vicki L. Walker