Memory and Intuition
This is how memory works.
If you want to forget you remember.
If you want to remember you forget.
One day your memory comforts.
The next day it torments.
A memory never finishes.
A picture incomplete, an angle out of view,
It travels side-to-side.
We can or can't recall and that's its way.
A broken mind with broken thoughts does not a memory find.
Where there's a memory shadowless its shelter fills our heart,
My childhood home, my children young, so much that's kind and true.
Or memory takes a hurt and rags it like a bone.
"Leave me alone," we say, yet it does not.
What's over not our choice.
But intuition quite apart,
Itself a memory shadowless, on it we can depend.
Our intuition holds our hand as we approach the wall.
Unready for the news we fear forever heart on hold.
It doesn't let us fail.
With intuition there's no doubt, it's always on our side.
With memory we can fall right through and land upright or not.
But intuition could be God, His saving grace a balm.
His wisdom greater than our own,
His insight only bliss.
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