Looking Forward, ever to Him, never Backward to that which has been. Memories have a place, in the heart as we run life's race.
Could-a Would-a Should-a
by Arley Steinhour 051611
When a person wastes what can be,
For a can of 'could have been,'
They refuse all gifts of God, to be free,
To hug, tight, an empty tin.
We come, we go, we're mortal,
With no written guarantee;
We stand at ship of life's portal,
Wishing for that which cannot be.
The gulf between, no bottom has,
The breadth is many feet,
We need get on before life pass,
Into Eternity, so sweet.
But, if we wail, and worry,
Throughout each and every day,
Our heart with mold gets furry,
Fills the mind with deep dismay.
So shake the heart, resuscitate,
before life goes away,
Excessive mourning wipes the slate,
of mortal experience away to stay.
Place all those mortal memories,
Into a heart place soft and warm,
Remember those are Histories,
Make new places for life to swarm.