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Dangling in black space
Like white-faced mimes
Hung bits and pieces
Of memorable effects
Shredded and shabby
Hoary, wispy specks glowed
On an invisible clothesline.

Drawing closer I recognized…

A glass chip from an antique mirror,
A frayed scrap from a favorite shirt,
A scruffy heel from my first new shoes,
A tattered ear from my treasured teddy bear,
A jagged corner from my grandma’s photo,
Broken silver links that cradled my crucifix,
A fragment of a cherished birthday card,
A tassel from my son’s high school cap,
A dog-eared page ripped from my old Bible.

“What is this? What does it mean?”

Vagabond bits and pieces of my life
Most precious to me a long time ago
How mystifying to envision them again
Prayed instantly for God’s illumination.

Softly He whispered: “Behold… touch… absorb.”

These were tools
He’d furnished for me
To comprehend love
Feel it deep in the heart
Love and life have value
Beyond all things
Touchable today—
Unearthly tomorrow.
How delicately
A shred or piece evokes
An event that
Seemed so essential
Now is merely
Lingering nostalgia.

Yes, Lord, memories are surfacing…

Grandpa bought the mirror for me
Traded in a pricey grandfather clock;
Grandma surprised me on my birthday
Presenting that longed for plaid shirt;
Dad hunted all over town for my shoes
With a great big hug, his special love;
Teddy bear all petted out was my sister’s
She died young and I miss her sorely;
Grandma’s photo was the last vestige
Of the only real live-angel on earth;
Mom saved up her ironing earnings
Bought me that cross dangling on a chain;
The birthday card gifted in adolescence
My first boyfriend, becoming my husband;
My son so proudly graced me with his tassel
Graduating and making his way in the world.

My heart trembles at the dog-eared page
Torn loose from the Word, my study book
That old Bible was so marked up
Prayers, notes, spiritual growth and such
Broken heart tear-dotted pages
Along with drops of precious “blood”
While sipping from the cup
After eating the “bread.”

Oh Lord, how precious
Are these memories
The love-wrapped folks
Who were my family
So many friends
Dot my highway too
All bits and pieces
You loaned for my purpose
To soften my heart
And feel the pulse
My spirit must possess
To become like You.

I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!



“These things have I spoken to you that my joy might remain in you and that your joy might be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:11-12
(This dream was real, merely enlarged upon to share with you.)

6 comments on “WHAT A DREAM!

  1. Oh great! Now I have that song, “Memories,” running through my thoughts. I really enjoyed your post. Thanks.

  2. Jeanne:
    It is such a delight to read your poetry, thank you for the inspirational reflection, it touched my heart.

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