My memory
isn't
what it used to
be,
suffering the fraying
of edges made
ragged
by the wastage
and
shredding of
time's unkempt
false positives.
But, in truth,
even though I have
loved the easy
familiarity
of proper recall,
the promise of the
day when all that is
good shall be restored
beyond its birthed
capacity and all
that is bad
shall be
transfigured
by
wisdom
and a
cross,
is all that truly needs
to remain.
