Diary of Long Ago

Sitting by the stream in September,
The cool mountain air crisp
I feel it on my face and hands
Leaning forward I take the paper
With all the notes on it
This diary of long ago
With stained pages of betrayals
This I don’t need
To hold onto anymore
I rip the pages out one by one
And toss them on the clear current
Letting it take them downstream
To mix with the bottom silt and dirt
Where they belong
Drowned never to resurface
The diary of so long ago
And so does our Heavenly Father
Remember our failings no more
As far as the east is from the west
They are gone forever
So I look at the water flowing by
In cold strong currents
Taking away all my stains
Cleansing me anew with life
I can now go on freely
The way I was meant to go.