Vision of the Mind

  We depart and leave only memories behind,

Unending deeds of omission still pursuing,

Names that labor hour will never again find

Visions of time with activities up and doing.

Sailing on life’s solemn line, a forlorn figure

Seeing every opportunity now left behind

Some had run but the race was in the future

Fulfillment to come in visions of the mind.

The living act in the present with a thought

Let the deadly past be dead and buried,

God is upper head and within the heart

Seeing all that we do was a price well paid.

For the soul is not dead that slumber

But we cannot tell that to the mourner.