The Things I Remembered...

The things I remembered, I remembered because of color.
Because of the cinnamon trees and yellow sunlight, because of
black waters hiding unknown things in its depth, because of
the brush strokes that made the paint thick and the cheek blush.

The things I remembered, I sang out loud because I felt lost or
confused, or even in love. Because the chords of the song were
attached to my heart and the way he played the guitar made me cry.
I sang to the corn fields and to the humming of the lawn mower.
I sang to the mourning dove outside my window.

The things I remembered, I painted on my bedroom walls. The words
from a song that shaped my life, the images of things that sparked
emotion - stars, angels, flowery shapes all in gold acrylic. Because of
the path my life was leading, and the path that lay ahead.

The things I remembered, I remember still. In times when my faith is
challenged and in times when my ambition is unfaltering. I remember them
in my actions and in these words. Because they are unforgettable, because
they are my story. Because my story is not yet finished.