A desk drawer filled with odd mementos: gold stars,
crosses, buttons, a few coins from 40 years ago.
Scraps of correspondence for people long gone
Bookcases with musty old books, outdated and unread
Copies of old bulletins for service long forgotten
Carefully saved – for what?
No one cleans them out, recycles them again for some good new use
Culls the stacks of yellowed paper
Discards the detritus; separates wheat from chaff.
We cannot face the future so we hold and glorify the past
Embellish the stories of events and people to warm hearts
We don’t have a vision so we settle for memories.
The religious force that challenged the Roman empire and won
that changed history…
Is relegated. Has been turned into quaint and historic and contained in sacred buildings
The sources of power to change lives and move mountains
Are exhibits in this museum where we come, visit and look at occasionally
But we don’t engage fully, don’t understand the power we have available
If one could see in it the key to access the power that created us
That calls us, that makes us restless and desiring of something more.
That has the ability to change us forever.