Fragments

Fragments of each other’s life.
Some brief encounters here,
Brief conversations there.
Fragments and parts,
Hints of who we really are.
Impossible it is
To encompass the whole
Of each other’s life.
Like an incomplete puzzle
Gaping holes and pieces missing.
Our imagination left to fill in the gaps;
Often incorrect and incomplete.
We are left with only
The fragments of each other’s life we hold.
Fragments taken in prayer
To the One who knows the whole.
Prayer for one another
Springing from the fragments
Of each other’s life we hold.

(July 20, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)

Lives Touching Briefly

Lives touching briefly,
Touching one another for a moment of time.
Passing on after that brief moment
To their separate ways;
Not always knowing
What has been left in each other’s heart.
Nor how deep such things can go,
Down into the very depths of soul.
Each living with choices each has made.
Each living the time Providence has gave.
Each to that duty to which God has called.
Very rare it is indeed
Such paths to cross again in life.
What is left is memory,
And that place deep down in the heart.
That longing for Eternity,
When all of His a heart ever loved
Are again together, to never part.

(May 30, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)

Ghosts

They haunt the edges of memory;
Images floating through the mind,
Far back from long ago.
Some no longer breath.
If others do,
I do not know.

They lived and breathed
In my life at one time;
Passing acquaintances,
For a brief or longer moment
Our lives were once in-twined.

Then our separate ways we went,
By death or living providence;
Only memory to remain;
The ghosts of my life
Floating through my mind.


(Copyright © July 2009. All rights reserved.)

Seperate Paths

Many years ago it was,
The paths of our lives
Went along side by side,
Along the way God gave each to trod.
Part of each other’s life it seemed,
Sharing hopes and dreams
And other things that we believed.

I can remember though,
When in my mind I could see,
Our paths were to part to their separate ways.
Yours up the side of a mountain steep,
But I along a lower place
My path would take my feet.

And as I saw it in my mind,
It actually came to pass.
Our paths did part.
No more seen or heard.
Paths parting with hardly a word.

I often wondered over the years
How your path has been.
What joys, what tears,
What dreams and fears,
Your path to you did send.

I still have some confidence
One day before His glorious throne
Our paths will come together again.
As each of the paths He gave us to trod,
Will bring us to His Home.

(August 1, 1998, copyright © 1998, All right reserved.)