A recent experience
slowly drifting into a distant past
that glimpse of a memory
losing fast

Chains from the past
shackled on to ankles
keeping us in history
constant retrospective
this steady motif
that locks us in a cycle
of only recognising past glory

O the danger of this
eyes on the past
like arrows through our present
walk on my friends
leave behind those
shame or honour
on to greater deeds
to tasks that await,
on this road marked out
for every child of His.