Do you remember that time?
The night when we danced in the darkness?
It seems so far,
So long ago.
years in our past.
A place we thought together,
We’d never be,
A place where hearts are hidden,
And emotions unknown.
With a future,
Somewhere far ahead in a distant,
“No Need to Worry” place.
Burning in the height of discovery and brilliance,
Musings and metaphors,
Then resting among the old live oaks in that ancient forest,
Entrenched in a muddled landscape of sand and regrets,
Hopes, dreams and desires where only fantasies are created,
Within this southern chamber of memories and tales,
Where ghostly grey moss sits atop the cypress,
Nestled against the sea in winds that smell of the marsh and sweetgrass.
Where sounds of His Word,
Drift through the mist of a summer breeze,
To descend on shores bordered beside Gods gilded wave swept coast,
And the beginning of our love.
A place where scents of sulfur, jasmine,
And cool spring rains, in the afternoon heat,
Embraced each setting sun.
Whose unmistakable fragrance filled the winds of an arid and blessed ancestral heritage in shrouds of history long forgotten,
And lost in each family’s proud past.
Demanding our faith,
And in it,
Our southern ways held fast to truth,
and moments lost.
delivering us into a culture of strength built on morals,
When we as children of the south,
Seized this graced and nurtured tradition in pride,
Our hallowed God given place,
Was not in rest Our destined point,
naked or alone.
A love which born deep within our souls,
Lonely and lust filled when young and in awe,
taken by the ways of the world,
Then built nurtured lives, in cradled, consecrated, and refined southern ancestry,
Each, of these moments glorified,
Graced by God, every spirit now redeemed and subjected to His crowned destiny.
Do you remember?