Like Grass

Nostalgia pumps through my veins with every beat of my heart. While my photographic memory keeps pictures hanging in my head they way they used to hang in the hall. But the footsteps of the past no longer echo through the halls of the present. And people who once darkened doorways in my life now remain in the dark corners of my memory. Still, life goes on...

"'All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord stands forever.'"
-1 Peter 1:24,25