now & then

The breezes of time shudder as the eaves of yesteryear spin their tales.

The dew of days gone past glistens in my eyes for I know that they are lost.

Memory is all that stands,

            a ghost of experience, shimmering in the veiled screen of reality.

Many memories raise their hands at once,

            disregarding the stillness of this moment

where new memories are made.

The invitations of nostalgia and newness pile on my doorstep until it becomes impassable.

The sorting has already happened and I find myself bereft of decision.

            The decision has made itself.

            I sit back and watch the unveiled.

            God’s imagination dances before my eyes,

                        within my heart

                        within my soul