Posted by Frank M. on November 04, 1998 at 20:37:50:
All:
I ran across this the other day - it's a piece I wrote that talks about personal memories. Thought you'd enjoy reading it. Take care....
F.
Remembrances
How often I think of those moments in life which, even now, get relegated to
the past -
Living panes bursting with scenes of an existence in the making;
A life in the course of becoming an event -
A history in the process of evolving into a lesson for times yet unborn.
There are countless possibilities for each story to choose from for an ending.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, they're cast in glaring white stone.
And the hopes they carried with such pride and resolve
Now become the targets of ridicule, praise, regret or apathetic glory.
As these words unfurl, they mold a future deep within the mind;
Potter's clay caressed and guided by every emotional scar or reward,
Giving shape to a new path - a new form of life
With Fate entrusted to choose whether to kiln or kill the object of our mortal
making.
What a wonderful thing it is to mark the passing of time -
Wisdom a gift securely offered through the act of experience.
Each perennial moment becoming clearer and more defined,
As if each year removed one more veil of confusion and enigmatic doubt.
I wear my aging with dignified resolution; a mark of quality.
I carry myself with the confidence of a journeyman bound across worn pathways;
Blessings revisited with new clothes, clearer vision and sharper ears.
I look ahead and marvel at the sights; I look behind and praise the wisdom
found.
For here, in my moment in time, I plan the coming of my age.
I gauge the steps I must take based on paths once dreamt of,
And not by finding old footsteps left forgotten in the dust.
The best part of any journey is to wear the vest of the trailblazer.
And, in the end, when every instance affords me the same distinctive view,
I'll rest my mind on the sight which best suits an imagination geared for flight.
I'll set the tables in motion to find a peaceful repository for my thoughts -
Remembrances reborn in history's home for wayward souls and needy children.
© 1997 F.P. Maddlone