This poem is about the person who you remember having an influence, a lesson, an impact on your life. If it is Jesus, your parent, a friend. It is about the one you love, loved, and loved, loves you.
When I'm weary, tired, when life is rough and rocky - I look through the book of my memories. Hidden among the masses, one shines above them all. All my troubles fade into small pebbles bore down from solid stone. From this one memory - I rise above my own self-doubt and travel into the realm of the future. Into a bridge built of stepping stones. As I reach the center, I fall to my knees, trembling from it's greatness and divine hope. Here, I gain the strength of loves I have known. As I reach the end of the bridge - I am forced to look back and see the presence that walked with me. From this shadow of a memory, I shall always know the comfort of goodness and hope. Giving me the strength of a love more solid than stone. Yes, I often turn the pages in the book of my memories.
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