The Gift of Memory

In the hidden gifts of memory
This heart opens to presence
In grief that sweeps up meaning
From the scattered grains of life
Which ride the whispered breeze

In gentle spring rain
Or a bright sunny day
On a sharp sun’s ray
Sparkling frosty ice, find
Quicksilver shards of life

Ride the dark, and sprinkle stars
For when in light, we shine bright
For all that is, and was
Are enfolded in
A gentle heart’s embrace


For my sister