and post notes and photos about your poem like Millard Lowe.
Because of the unending flow
Of memory, scaring pain has its way
Staying afloat in the water of life,
Anchoring itself like rocks in a river.
Indeed, the river of memory flows deep,
Washing away uncertainty, revealing
The painful truth, which—like memory—never lies;
If it didn’t happen, the memory would not be.
Yet, between the banks of this flowing river,
Its waters likewise wash over its embedded
Rocks of pain, eroding a channeled waterfall;
Particle pain spewed into the calming sea of life.
And there in the calming clear waters, strong will
Life, riding the ship of Zion, daily stands perpendicular
At her bow; sailing with guided determined winds.
While pain blows away, memory floats in love’s peace.