To Remember

In the silence
moments lay burdened
or exalted,
reaching within to remember
each tear hanging
swimming into buckets
that lay so heavy
in a sigh.
The silence gathering
the years of sorrows
and missed passions
in seeds laying dormant in regret.
Yet in a fateful meeting
the moisture flows again
from forgotten springs
gently awakening
slowly to remind,
then gushing
to flood each cell with your memory.
To live again, then to pause
in the reality of passing time
and obligations.
Returning to sow the seeds
with renewed patience.
In respect it is nurtured
in awe it is feared and courted.
Its power is in the celebration
of life.
~ Dr. Mitchell Saskin
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