A sliver of shale
(at least, I think it’s shale),
A ceramic flower,
A vial of sand,
A thank-you plaque,
A pen which bears the likeness
Of Johann Sebastian Bach,
And coffee mugs which range
From “Failte (welcome)”
On to “Pastor”
With scarce a pause
At “Music Dude”;
Photos on the wall,
One hanging in a keychain:
These are
The tributaries
Of memory, O God.
May I ever feel the love
With which they passed
From others’ hands
To mine.
May I ever know the love
They represent
Is echoed, doubled,
Amplified a thousandfold
In You.
Amen.