Yet To Live Again

Distant memories surface
from the center of my being
and rise like bursting bubbles;
each one a conscious seeing
of lives lived many years ago
and countless days gone by -
a birth, a death, an awakening
yet to live again, then die.
Each life a unique memory
like fingerprints in my heart;
whorls of things I'd left undone
smudging my stops and starts.
Through all the pain of unfilled dreams
and all the hungry years
at length I found God's perfect love
expressed now through my tears.
Each crystal drop an ocean
of Love and Joy and Peace
and spiritual reunion
and blessings that never cease.
Although I've lived a thousand lives
and countless days I've known,
I've dwelt with love that never dies
and I've never walked alone.

(c) March 2006