Passage

I cling to memories-
little scraps
of shredded paper

Reminding me
of what was

I fear losing them

almost
as much

as I fear
the Future

For doesn't the Future
want to snatch
my memories
from me
and replace them
with new ones?

I like these
here
well enough

Thank you very
much

But the Future will
come
incessantly pressing itself

Time is no gentleman

He is forever marching on

at a tremendously
fast pace

And I must just continue with
it

or Perish

and be forever lost

God,
grant me a memory
to hold
the pictures YOU want me
to hold

Help me to be ready
for whatever the
Future holds

And to trust You and not
be scared

To Change.