Memory is

a gift God gave us, far better than
any offspring or sacrificial flesh.

This was a new, advanced way of giving,
since memory was part of Herself,
how She knows, and the parcel of it

we each get allows us to be, like Her,
wherever and whenever we once were.

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Second in a series of, to my astonishment, theological poems. Here is the first of the series: Time is.