MEMORIES ON THE WALL
I found this free style prose in our son's poem collection a month
after he passed on to Heaven in 2009 due to injuries he sustained in a
car accident in Ripley, West Virginia. Ironically, I had just cleared a
shelf in our finished basement which rested against the back wall and
began placing some of his personal things on the shelf.
I wanted to display and remember some of the things Sam did during his lifetime. The one open space left on the shelf on the top middle frame, at the exact time I found this poem was reserved for the American Flag that draped his casket. He served four years in the U.S. Navy during Operation Iraqi Freedom. I wanted to buy a glass case to display and put in the remaining spot on this large shelf.
I got chill bumps as I read this poem knowing what would fill this space and what had already filled the other places on the shelf. They each represent a season during his life from childhood to adulthood: from toy cars, to Mission Trips, to a Business Degree from Averette College that he completed in 2007 using his G.I. Bill.
This poem became a personal prayer of mine of sorts, and I hope that it will speak to you as well. Our lives are a story that we leave behind which tells others about what we did and who we were while journeying temporarily on this earth. Only living for Jesus Christ can create a lasting legacy that will continue to touch lives for Him long after we are gone. I hope you enjoy....
Memories on the Wall by Samuel Paul Wray
The walls I see do have ears
They come in frames, frames that hold captive, stories that can only be relived
With a child like imagination
There is a shelf on which past possessions lie
They speak of where I have been, where I have gone, remind me of what I have done.
There is an empty hollow space on this shelf yet to be filled
I now ask myself, "what" will I put in this hollow space?
Will I regret what may fill this space?
In the end I'll know it was my choice.
In dead silence, no one around, alone alas.
I ponder what my future may hold, the possibilities it can possess.
I try to imagine everything is over and the shelf is full.
As I sit dreaming of the days of old, will I feel satisfied?
Did I get what I wanted out of all of it?
Did I seize every moment, accomplish my goals?
Did I make enough goals or none hard enough?
In my dream of daylight pondering I see myself content with my shelf.
There is a smile on my face, accompanied by a small tear
For the days in which I was not so graceful in my step.
The walls I see do have ears, and as I tell them where I have been,
What I have done, and of the things yet to come,
I want them to speak of a legacy of a life worth living
And not just to be Memories on the Wall.
I wanted to display and remember some of the things Sam did during his lifetime. The one open space left on the shelf on the top middle frame, at the exact time I found this poem was reserved for the American Flag that draped his casket. He served four years in the U.S. Navy during Operation Iraqi Freedom. I wanted to buy a glass case to display and put in the remaining spot on this large shelf.
I got chill bumps as I read this poem knowing what would fill this space and what had already filled the other places on the shelf. They each represent a season during his life from childhood to adulthood: from toy cars, to Mission Trips, to a Business Degree from Averette College that he completed in 2007 using his G.I. Bill.
This poem became a personal prayer of mine of sorts, and I hope that it will speak to you as well. Our lives are a story that we leave behind which tells others about what we did and who we were while journeying temporarily on this earth. Only living for Jesus Christ can create a lasting legacy that will continue to touch lives for Him long after we are gone. I hope you enjoy....
Memories on the Wall by Samuel Paul Wray
The walls I see do have ears
They come in frames, frames that hold captive, stories that can only be relived
With a child like imagination
There is a shelf on which past possessions lie
They speak of where I have been, where I have gone, remind me of what I have done.
There is an empty hollow space on this shelf yet to be filled
I now ask myself, "what" will I put in this hollow space?
Will I regret what may fill this space?
In the end I'll know it was my choice.
In dead silence, no one around, alone alas.
I ponder what my future may hold, the possibilities it can possess.
I try to imagine everything is over and the shelf is full.
As I sit dreaming of the days of old, will I feel satisfied?
Did I get what I wanted out of all of it?
Did I seize every moment, accomplish my goals?
Did I make enough goals or none hard enough?
In my dream of daylight pondering I see myself content with my shelf.
There is a smile on my face, accompanied by a small tear
For the days in which I was not so graceful in my step.
The walls I see do have ears, and as I tell them where I have been,
What I have done, and of the things yet to come,
I want them to speak of a legacy of a life worth living
And not just to be Memories on the Wall.
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