Trying to remember



Your face I should know.
Yet, a stranger you are.
Sunday comes, you visit.
Trying to remember, I cannot.

Your face before me,
Your voice a melody.
Smiling and talking.
Yet, I don’t response.

You sit with me.
Spending your Sundays.
A week’s happening.
I yearn for more.

It is time to go.
I hear you say.
A hug and a kiss.
I see you walk away.

At the doorway,
you turn and wave.
I see your sadness.
Yet, I don’t response.

A body frail.
A mind lost.
In a wheelchair.
Tears fall, I watch you go.

By C.E. Pereira

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About Jonathan Caswell

Poet, author, servant of God the Heavenly father and the Lord Jesus Christ...working out his salvation with fear and trembling. - Not trusting in his own deeds, but depending totally upon the finished sacrificial work of Jesus Christ to be, by God's reckoning, a new creature, clothed in Christ's righteousness...which mortal humankind can never attain by their own weak efforts, apart from faith in Christ's work on our behalf. - College-educated, yet wise enough to see that what a man does will not be his ultimate identity nor affect how God sees him or her. - Called by God to do a very difficult thing...apart from God's grace, mercy and love the sinner (which we all--by nature--are) but hate the sin, which is only paid through Christ, God's Son, - My own God-given gift is that of being a Poet..showing that in all parts of life...God has a loving part in hard as that is to always understand or perceive...given life's realities! Come join me on my journey of discovery?.

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