Memories are sacred and holy

We must treasure them well;

They are our eternal holy ground

Wholesome memories are our holy grail.

Memories are private and precious

Placed there scrumptiously by God;

Connecting our past to our present

As we trod this life's earthly sod.

Good memories are sacrosanct sacraments

Like rarest red roses that shall never fade;

Reminders of faithful friends and loved ones

Memories, whose dues have been paid.

Although physical forms positively change

The spirit is awesomely eternal—–

Memories connect us with people and places

Making them part of the sublimely supernal.

Memory is a storehouse of bountiful blessing

We unlock this sacred door by prayer;

Memories are channels of pure inspiration

In sacrosanct stillness we meditate there.

2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose

Member Academy of American Poets

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