Read it until it sings in your veins!
You said of God Speaks.
All remembrance should be like that --
vascular, in the marrow; a deep
and irresistible recognition; a light
dispelling the shadows
in which incredulity and indifference breeds,
reestablishing our ancient-most
connection with reality;
. . . until it sings in your veins!
On the practical side, it should be sturdy
and lightweight, wieldy -- a convenient apparatus
for exposing and relinquishing
the temporal and the illusory;
unable to grasp our intended
distractions and indulgences,
finding our hands (heads, throats)
ever full and otherwise occupied
by a pure and most precious cargo --
Your name, Your image, Your presence
O child of God, Remember Me is a question.
Search your innermost depths to find the answer.