I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been on a retreat with several of my dear friends. I am learning to be present wherever I am, and last week I was present with them and with the Lord who met with us in a special way.
During our time one friend shared a song with us that left most of us in tears. It was meaningful because of the words, but also because she has been widowed for four years. We miss her husband, but find great solace in reminiscing on our times together as couples. This song brings all of this together and reminds us that the memories we make today will last until we take out last breath. Make them count!
I pray it will help you make the most of your memory-making opportunities.
Late again, but for what it’s worth, I’m here now.
I don’t remember yesterday,
do not remember what fun’s for,
do not recall the joy of play;
all we have’s this bloody war.
I can’t bring back your sparkl’ed mile,
not the bright sound of your laugh;
their innocence and lack of guile
are not found in a photograph.
There is, though, something in these days
that is perhaps worth memory;
death’s-head grin and snarl of praise,
the ashes of lost victory
that was once within our grasp…
but still, we do have hands to clasp
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