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Gather all your memories
inside your circled arms
and clasped hands.
Be still and breathe deeply.
Gaze down and place
them all in order.
Let times of joy
and exhilaration
rise to the top.
Make room
for days of grief
and make a special place
for when you reached out
and helped another.
Let darker memories
sink to the bottom,
hidden in haze.
An expiation,
each soul owes to itself.
© by Ed Hujsak.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Edward Hujsak (1925 - 2018) was born in New Hampshire to a Polish farming family. A chemical engineering graduate of the University of New Hampshire, Ed worked on propulsion systems at General Dynamics during development of the Atlas and Centaur rockets. He was propulsion engineer on John Glenn's famous orbital flight and served as chief of preliminary design at General Dynamics Astronautics Division for ten years, accumulating more than a dozen patents in the aerospace field. In addition to his numerous engineering achievements, Ed was a writer, artist, sculptor, and builder of furniture and musical instruments. In his spare time, Ed made more than 2000 wooden birds, dogs, and race cars for the San Diego Fine Woodworkers Association, which distributes them to sick and needy children.
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transitions:
an inspired poem; loved the last line, so poignant yet powerful. Thank you ~ Judy
Posted 11/24/2012 11:45 AM
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erinsnana:
I love this sweet poem.
Posted 11/24/2012 11:28 AM
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r1manchester:
the last five lines of this poem, regardless of the theological tone, are so very poignant, sometimes so hard to obtain. one can only hope that one's charitable works/kindnesses are greater than the misdeeds of life.
a very good, thought-provoking poem.
Posted 11/24/2012 09:54 AM
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KevinArnold:
Oh, yes, don't be around the bush, say it. Fine work.
Posted 11/24/2012 06:55 AM
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vscholtz:
Thanks for one more contribution to the uplifting of humankind.
Posted 11/24/2012 05:47 AM
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