Remembering

Memories wash over me of a time of help,
  a time of doubt and explaining.
I was receptive in one and not so much
  on the other. Was it you or me?
It doesn't matter because in each time
  there is something of life.
The revealing of not seeing eye to eye,
  of being there despite these.
It is the kernel of truth we find at our
  doorstep, not agreement
But whether we listened and kept the
  focus on working in light
Of the gifts God gives of love. It harvests
  an abundance and depth for us.
So here is to living in patience and
  kindness instead of rightness.