A Poem To Remember Me By
Τhis is a poem to remember me by –
a cairn of balanced words I stacked so as you walk farther in life without me you can always turn around if need be and find your way back to all those times I insisted ‘You are beautiful.’ Then again this may be a poem to forget me by –
a pile of leaves along some curb I left
so as you press toward your own horizons
you might stumble upon it and not be shaken but simply stirred by an old ghost saying
‘Love. The plunge with the greatest risk of all.’
a cairn of balanced words I stacked so as you walk farther in life without me you can always turn around if need be and find your way back to all those times I insisted ‘You are beautiful.’ Then again this may be a poem to forget me by –
a pile of leaves along some curb I left
so as you press toward your own horizons
you might stumble upon it and not be shaken but simply stirred by an old ghost saying
‘Love. The plunge with the greatest risk of all.’
Ohhhh, what a beautiful legacy!
Thanks, Gwen!
Sometimes, I forget to thank you for your beautiful words. I so look forward to them and keep them with me.
Hi, Annie. You are most welcome!
A poetic blend of love and hope, sweet sentiment and deep mystery. Beautiful. I was with my parents last week at their mountain home and saw a picture, framed, of my mom and Brennan Manning. He used to come to their home and do retreats with them (they, my parents are not in ministry) They called him friend and he deeply impacted their lives. Thought of you, poet friend and your deep love for and friendship with him.
Elizabeth, thanks for sharing that about Brennan…very, very cool.
This is so beautiful I hardly know what to do with it. Thank you.
Diane, I may frame that comment. Thanks!
Beautiful.
Prasanta, thank you, and I’m glad you stopped by.