For my quiet time one day I and walked on the beach. There was an old couple out for a stroll coffee cups in hand chatting lazily. I was perched on a huge rock with Bible in hand and headphones precisely as I'd sat many years prior. All at once I was hit with a total sense of déjà vu. Then I looked eagerly forward, having at the time had only a few yesterdays. Now I looked only backwards and was almost void of any thoughts of tomorrows.
Westward view in mornings glory
They walk the beach clichéd but not
No sun but Light and
Joy of self and Him
Slip-slide in sand but stable
Memory awakens
Many morns alike in years past
Introspective then of days to be
Retrospective now no desire to be
Unbidden still they come
Intrude in solitude.
What...Life...Remember?
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