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The souvenirs of bygone years and elements of doubt

About the time it took to learn what life was all about

Are now no more than footnotes, marking points along the way,

Leading out of darkness to the promise of today.

I’ve never thought of heaven in the way most people do

As somewhere out beyond the point that breath can take us to.

To me, it’s all around us and within us every day;

A promise of redemption that our baser thoughts betray.

We need but look beyond them, our fears of missing out,

To know that reassuring place that mystics sing about

And realize the ways in which our actions affect others

And come to know that this is so because we all are brothers.

The souvenirs of bygone years and bits of scattered dross

Need not be merely notes on paper cataloguing loss;

They may serve as reminders of the steps that one has taken

Along the way that brings the day on which one might awaken.

Tim Konrad

2020.04.17