Memories linger
They drift around and settle
In an empty chair
Photo: Josef Nolywaika
Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
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Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appears.
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In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear;
Old time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
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As I travel on life’s pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.
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I love the fact that I get to experience your journey – I can never fully know what you are going through but you have given me insight so that I can begin to understand grief in a whole new way – for this I am truly grateful – this makes me a better pastor, friend, son, father and grandfather as I come along side others in their time of grief
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Thank you so much. I am blessed you have found it useful.
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Thank you for sharing this Haiku, sad but resounds in my heart.
God bless you Kim.
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Thank you, Lisa Beth. Have a blessed Christmas Season.
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