Distant Memory

I am but a distant memory
Of days gone past
My bones grow weary
My spirit lingers
In yesterday's youthful memories
And yet I carry on
As the sun rises
So too does my hope
My love, my devotion
For You my Lord
For in the days
I spend alone with You
I find myself in You
In You my Lord
I find great comfort
For thou art with me
All the days of my life.

Maria Lisa Polegatto
August 22, 2016