PRECIOUS MEMORIES

By Ken Blue
December 9th, 2013. Filed under: Poems.
memories             By Ken Blue I see an ancient hour glass,   With white sand drifting through. I see morning sunshine, Chasing the sparkling dew.   I see my aged Grandpa, And the wisdom he knew.   And I have been blessed   I see my dear mother, Washing clothes at the spring. I see the strong grapevine, Where Jim and I would swing. I see dad plowing dirt, That wouldn’t grow a thing. And I have been blessed   I see my youthful friends, Are now just memories. I see my first burger, With french-fries and grilled cheese. I see my Grandpa’s car, I think, a model “T.” And I have been blessed     I see my Aunt Lucille, Under a huge oak tree. I see her teaching there, The Word of God to me. I see an example, That all children should see. And I have been blessed   I see my uncle Troy, Watching hummingbirds feed. I see his bibbed overalls; That’s where he stored his teeth. I see his fond kindness, To a small boy like me. And I have been blessed   I see an old school house, It’s a ghost of a dream. I see children at play, Each choosing up their team. I see as they vanish, Like a rippling stream. And I have been blessed   I see an old preacher, Preaching on that Sunday. I see it all clearly now, The debt He had to pay.   I see I once was lost, Lost on a broad highway. And I have been blessed   I see the tracks of steel, A train powered by coal. I see a flickering light, Was fueled by coal oil. I see a musty cellar, Our refuge and stronghold. And I have been blessed   I see pent up images, As they beckon to me. I see each clamoring, To come forth and be free. I see they’ll be confined, And remain a mystery. And I have been blessed   I see a future time. I’ve reserved for the rest. I see now is the time, That ending this is best. I see you know the end, You don’t have to guess. And you have been blessed  
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1 Response to PRECIOUS MEMORIES

  1. Nathan LeB.

    Pastor Blue,
    That poem blessed me. Thank you for posting it. This Blog has been a blessing for me. I am praying for you and your wife.

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