Library
We are collectors of years lived,
Stored on invisible shelves
To be counted and remembered;
Decades lined up side by side,
Each volume chosen and examined
As life calls for introspection
And reaffirmation;
A return to who we were,
where we came from,
and lessons learned.
A few moments immersed
Into the chapters of our past
Lift the fog of forgetfulness,
And the fragments of our divided selves
Reassemble into the infinite divine.