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September 22, 2009

Remember

Do you remember


the first day


you were alive?


Do you remember


when


you woke up,


and wondered


why you slept


so long?


What about the pain


when you remembered


the bad dreams


you wished for


and got?


Please,


remember your grief.


Remember,


the prayers


to make it right.


Begging for light,


lurching and reeling,


grasping for the rail,


crying out for a soul,


crying for a spirit.


Remember,


forgotten self,


no pride,


just shame


and emptiness


and hunger.


Please,


remember your heart.


 


 


Now there is joy,


and power.


Invisible wings,


victory and battle,


peace and great


stillness.


Love surrounds us,


friends await us.


The long road smiles


and the sky receives us.


All is light,


we are full to bursting.


But the weeds by the road


are freshly mown.


And voices call from the thicket:


dark voices.


Please,


remember your story.


  



William E. Rushman, November 1996


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