The Past...A Poem

The Past
Rev. Lady Diannia Baty © 2009

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There in the mist of memories
they all came floating by…why?
It lived in the past
of seasons that turned me
inside out and made me doubt
everything.
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In a vault of pain and regret
I had wished we had never met
and yet I could not undo the past
or think it gone and away.
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In moments so quiet I could hear a moth’s wing beat
my heart would drum a cadence with
all that was and what is.
I sat wondering about what I am supposed to see.
what were my memories prompting me to believe?
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Like water tumbling over rocks
I was incessantly taking stock
My sword was sheathed and dull.
It had been laid fallow through the years
rusting away from my dirty tears.
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God said live in the now
but I had no idea how
to establish this place of peace
where God whispered
and angels sang to me.
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Then God said it is within
Go there now and begin again.
Past experience is just that and no more.
I am holding open your spirits door.
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It has been open all along
Listen to the angel’s song.