The days
Remind us;
That
What once was
Will not be
Again.
Our memories;
Some sorrowful,
Others treasured;
Pull us back
Into yesterday.
We need hearts
To discern,
Our ever moving
Forward;
On paths we
Were destined
To walk.
We prepare
To meet
The judge and jury
Of the seasons-
Moments of old;
That whisper
What once was;
That speak
Of who
We truly were
And what
We truly wished
To have become.
We eat the fruit
Of our decisions
When Spirit asks,
That we explain ourselves,
Before
We journey Home.