Among Memories

                          Among Memories

If you should play upon the ocean shore and walk
amongst the shells; per-chance you pick one up to
see a reflection of yourself.

What would you find, what would you see, looking
deep into your eyes?

A child at play, so lonely.
A father tending a cut from a shell that would leave
a scar to remember this day.

We often see lovers, hand in hand; splashing their
feet as each wave ebbs itself out on the sand.

Echo's of sea gulls over head as they cry.  Knowing
near by a sad lady setting on a rock.

The moan of the water coming into a cave.  Washing
down the sides, for a moment, then sliding back out
into the sea.  The walls sparkle and shine.

All is not gold that glitters they say, so beware of false-
hoods.  You see, be true to yourself, and those you love.

Ask for wisdom and understanding, but above all ask
for love.  Because, with Love, comes wisdom and under-
standing, long suffering and patience; joy in giving.