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Memory Wrinkles
by louis gander When I can view God's mighty trees, small sparrows, tiny birds, my wrinkles bring back mem'ries that are hard to put in words. I sit close by my window sill with wrinkled memories. I look out as I reminisce. Some drop me to my knees. Yes, those I'd just as soon forget but pleased I am with most, Each wrinkle is a mem'ry though. With some, I love to boast. Now here's a very special one, when wedding dress was worn, and this, another perfect one, the day my child was born. The time my child was married off, a sight you'd have to see, the birth of my granddaughter too, the day she walked to me. This wrinkle here had really hurt - and it is yet 'unspoken'. It caused me many, many tears - my heart so sadly broken. Oh, how can people hurt so much? It is the worst of crimes. And down on knees I prayed and prayed so many, many times. It seemed that I was so alone those many, many years. I wept and grieved all by myself in all my lonely tears. Yes, time and time again I prayed. I said life wasn't fair. I didn't think God heard my voice. I wasn't sure He cared. One day with Bible in my lap, I started reading when, a verse had stuck; was thirty-one in Matthew, chapter ten. Oh, I have mem'ry wrinkles, sure, from small to deepest one, but every day brings greater joy - when shines, God's morning sun. When I can view God's mighty trees, small sparrows, tiny birds, my wrinkles bring back mem'ries that are hard to put in words. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |