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BE NOT CONTENTED WITH MERE MEMORIES

Plant not your heart on shifty memory isle,
As sanctuary, refuge and retreat,
Its ground must first be tilled for many a mile
Before the hungry soul can feed on it.

The soul, the seat of creativity
Does clamor for performance, deed and act,
And is not satisfied with memories;
She knows full well that memory can defect.

Remembrance solely and memory
Go for some miles, but never far enough
But soul insists on actuality
She knows the deep tumultuous sea of love

“Do this in memory of me - Awake!
Go! - Do! - in memory of me!
But memory, - so fragile - did forsake
Two hours later at Gethsemane.

And memory it failed again that day
When two disciples toward Emmaus trod:
“How sad! - He was a social failure - Aye!”-
The signs and works of wonder were forgot.

This unavailing fruitless memory,
Distraught and dull, or leaky like a sieve
Ought to be switched to turn actuality
So let it in the present modus live!

Do not be satisfied with memories,
Convert, translate, transfer, transform transmute
Mere memories to actualities
And mission PRESENT for enduring good.

Elizabeth Dandy 12/8/02
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Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Saturday, 28th December 2002 @ 10:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

BE NOT CONTENTED WITH MERE MEMORIES

Plant not your heart on shifty memory isle,
As sanctuary, refuge and retreat,
Its ground must first be tilled for many a mile
Before the hungry soul can feed on it.

The soul, the seat of creativity
Does clamor for performance, deed and act,
And is not satisfied with memories;
She knows full well that memory can defect.

Remembrance solely and memory
Go for some miles, but never far enough
But soul insists on actuality
She knows the deep tumultuous sea of love

“Do this in memory of me - Awake!
Go! - Do! - in memory of me!
But memory, - so fragile - did forsake
Two hours later at Gethsemane.

And memory it failed again that day
When two disciples toward Emmaus trod:
“How sad! - He was a social failure - Aye!”-
The signs and works of wonder were forgot.

This unavailing fruitless memory,
Distraught and dull, or leaky like a sieve
Ought to be switched to turn actuality
So let it in the present modus live!

Do not be satisfied with memories,
Convert, translate, transfer, transform transmute
Mere memories to actualities
And mission PRESENT for enduring good.

Elizabeth Dandy 12/8/02

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Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Saturday, 28th December 2002 @ 10:29:01 PM AEST
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This is a beautifully written poem...I love the lines where it says Do not be satisfied with memories, Convert, translate, transfer, transform transmute Mere memories to actualities....and mission Present for enduring good that is so pretty the way you wrote that Elizabeth, very good write....
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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by spooky on Sunday, 29th December 2002 @ 09:45:07 AM AEST
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beautifully written,,,with heart,,thank you for shareing this ,,keep'm comin

Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Wednesday, 1st January 2003 @ 08:41:04 PM AEST
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excellent

Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 02:18:58 PM AEST
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Thank you dear friend for commenting so very kindly.
Yes, I am abolutely certain that our departed loved ones wish for so much more than a little bit of fleeting memory.
Thanks. God bless you

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by Elizabeth_Dandy on Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 02:21:45 PM AEST
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Thank you dear friend for commenting.

Memory alone is often an unsafe undependable thing. Are'nt we meant to do a bit more for our dearly beloved ones?
Bless you!

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by Elizabeth_Dandy on Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 02:23:45 PM AEST
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I praise the Lord dear fried for realizing that memory alone is insufficient to satisfy the needs of love.
God bless you.Thanks for commenting

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by Searcher on Tuesday, 15th April 2003 @ 08:05:42 AM AEST
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You always seem put the word in meaningful order.What more can be said

Searcher

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