Lest We Forget

When we cease to do a thing
   How easy we forget
The good news is
   Tis joy to remember it

Our body doth remember
   Our hands
   Our blood
   Our soul
If you cease to do a thing you love
It doth take a heavy toll

Fret not if not doing!
   There will always be time
When you life is ready
   The chips will fall in line

And that thing
That thing you love so dear
It will find you

Forget not what you love!
   But know tis not who you are
Though the passion and joy found
   Can carry you far

Far beyond this thing some call the mundane of every day
Riding high on wings of action
We shape our lives like a potter moulds clay

Remember what moves your soul
That is a clear path before you set and lined with all you know
Forget not what you do
Do what you love
Love every breath
There is no mundane.