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A reflection in time,
seen in your eyes.
The bygone days of
love and deceit.

The years
passing, slowly by.
Moments of love,
a losing of life.

What good
are the words,
losing the love
of friend and family.

Why are we here,
this short time,
wasting our moment
of memories past?

What is love today,
when life is at an end?
Who will still remain,
what will fate rend?

The color of a rainbow,
an array of colors, too.
You can solve Science,
if you want to.

Crossing the border
of mental acuity
is the challenge,
to avoid duplicity.

Be the strength,
write what's on your mind.
When writing about others,
always write to be kind.

So many lies,
on the news today.
Who do we believe?
Oh God, let us pray.

What fate lies ahead?
What should we ask,
about decisions we dread,
is it a new task?

Anthony de Mello, also known as Tony de Mello (1931– 987), was a Jesuit priest and psychotherapist born in Bombay, India. A spiritual teacher, writer, and public speaker. He wrote several books on spirituality and hosted numerous spiritual retreats and conferences. He is known for his storytelling which drew from the various mystical traditions of both East and West and for introducing many people in the West to mindfulness-based practices he sometimes called "awareness prayer"
Quote source: "Awakening - Conversations with the Masters" - Wikipedia

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A Lonely Path was not chosen
as a goal for my latest life
Who would choose such a sad
Path? My lovely wife is a victim
of unwanted disease. Dementia
now moving into Alzheimers.
A slow dance of memory loss.
Many moments of indecision.
Not knowing what to do when
getting ready for bed.

High hang the lights
across timbered posts,
Lighting the way,
where we love most.
Across a patio wide,
barren of plant growth,
lays the Divinity,
The Holy Ghost.

The light creeps out,
across the wood floor,
stays away from the window,
stays off of the floor.
Leave the door open,
await the first guest,
for tomorrows the Sabbath,
it's then you may rest.