Photos crawl from distant past.

Memories linger to forever last.

Faces forgotten, old dreams recalled.

Albums from yesterday in time forever stalled.

I see his face, I remember her name.

They are all gone now, and yet I remain.

Pray tell who are these ghosts of these my distant dreams.

They are but silent memories that on whispers leave.

Their words fall mute upon the ears of those which live.

Their cries now go unheard; separated by the dimensions of time.

I see them; I feel them and in reverence I often wonder, wonder why.

Should I but remember this, or should I let the past lie within my mind?

Are we to forget the photos of our past which fill our souls?

Should not we make peace with ourselves and our God?

Should we not endeavor to find Him so that we shall be made whole?

So why do I look at the pictures from the past and still weep?

Yet still in my heart these precious memories I keep.

For life goes on, and dreams never die when ones heart is set upon Him on high.

FOR WHAT WAS WILL NEVER AGAIN BE; AND THE FUTURE IS OURS…

IF WE SHOULD ONLY IN OUR HEARTS BELIEVE.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/5/2010