The past has occurred
For us to hold, to cherish
Our teacher and our nurse
That which cheers us on
Warns us of danger
Lives integral to life
Yet, forgotten
Not the story of the instance
Not the day or time
But the face
Voices that fade
And are hard to recall
Our minds are guarded by understanding
But still plagued by guilt
Somehow these things are important
Yet their mere happening does not hold such weight
Do this in remembrance of me
Is potent no more
Who is to deny the Oneness
Of Father and Son
Who would leave us
With proclamations of denial
It is this one who forgets
Because they never remembered
Death comes without the life to start
Life is not in the head
But in the heart
Wisdom thrives where Presence resides
Instructs the mind
From the life in the heart
Who, then, remembers
The one who knows
Not stories and tales
The voice, the laugh
The smiles as miracles are discovered The taste of bread and fish