Memories are lovely, fragile things
that pause to rest awhile

They float in air on gossamer wings
and bring along a smile

Evoked by places where we go,
a glance, a smell, a touch

They transport us to former times
with those we love so much

A thought of you refreshes me
while reminiscence lingers

Its gentle warmth embraces me,
then drifts through memory’s fingers
by God’s Grace

“Remember how the Lord God
led you all the way . . .”
Deuteronomy 8:2

Poem By Connie Faust
Photo by Cleve Sylcox

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