Let me remember . . .
Let
me
remember
beyond forgetting
let
me
remember
let me remember always
for my spirit is often shrouded in the mists
let me remember beyond forgetting
that my life is not a solitary thing
it is a bit of the rushing tide
a leaf of the bending tree
a kernel of grain the golden wheat fields
a whisper of wind about the mountaintop
a reflection of sunlight upon the shining waters
it is fleeting
it is of the moment
it is timeless
it is of eternity.
-Winston O. Abbott
3 Comments:
There is something akin to loneliness in the sound of the raindrops falling softly through the leaves-
but if you will listen with your heart-you will hear the carefree laughter of a brook-
and beyond the rushing waters of a river-
and beyond the distant throbbing of the restless tide-
if you will listen with your heart-you too will know-that a raindrop is part of the sea-and the sea is contained in a raindrop-
By Anonymous, at 12:54 PM, August 30, 2008
a poetic picture, thank you
By Gecko Girl, at 11:53 PM, August 30, 2008
Thinking that you would know-it was again from Sing With the Wind-Winston O. Abbott
Jody
By Anonymous, at 8:37 PM, August 31, 2008
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