Pages flipping

     Sometimes I wake to my mind
flipping through pages of recorded
memories.  It is odd to see the memories
flashing rapidly as though trying
to recall or familiarize the finest details.

     So carefully I finally land on one
then my eyes open and the memory is
gone, faded into oblivion .

      Waking up like this only enhances
the want to go back to sleep. To find
that dream, that reality I was in a
rush to find. Why was it important if
I only received a glimpse?

    The things, the questions that erupt
inside my mind. The rewind button
I so dearly want to use. Yet I know
there is none.

    A sad disappointment when I go
back to sleep only to realize that
memory is buried deep with a crevice
of my brain once more.

   Slowly I regain alertness and decide
to make most of the day. Praying
I forget about that memory book
flipping it's pages so rapidly.

    A soft whimper escapes as I pull
myself up. Grateful to Jehovah  for
one more day to enjoy and expand.

   Indeed it is disheartening that I
cannot find that memory. Slowly I
begin to wonder if it was real in the
first place.

  Then the dance of the day finds a
home and peace over uncertainty
become notable. Indeed less and
less I remember that book and
lastingly I am thrown into the day.

   Such kindness indeed. No importance.

   So here I am alert and ready to
begin the entertainment of the morning
coolness of rain.

   So smile as I find hope in the rain drops
falling upon my window. Indeed the
bitter coldness demands my attention
as I open the door.

   Just a peek. Perhaps the day inside
will be well used. Enjoy dear friend.