Pieces of me

Yesterday i was at a devotional and it brought to mind the one i was at the previous month. i saw a friend hold and regard a prayer book that it turns out i gave them some twenty years ago. This book traveled from place to place and country to country. i picked it up again and this poem came to me. i wrote it last month but did not share it at that time.

Pieces of me
Most likely, we shall rarely know
The impact we have
On those who grow
Though our friendship and deeds
Where and when it leads

With time becomes clear
As the end draws near
That time of reunion
In the other realm
When reflect we must
See those words and deeds
Held so dear in trust

Pieces of me,
left now in dust
it becomes clear
why we each hold each other
So dear
shiidon, July 2007