Imprinted

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Inspired by the inward searching of  the mind in Augustine’s Confessions, Chapter 9

Imprinted S. Ambrose, 2026

Before breath
Before we learned our name,
There were caverns-
Hidden chambers created in the mind,
Carved deep by eternity itself.

Imprinted.

Intelligence divinely designed,
Images await fulfillment through time.
Sacred impressions resting beneath consciousness,
Longing to be gathered into fullness.

And God-
He digs and draws out.

He reveals what life conceals,
Brings to light what eternity ordained.

Through our senses, He unveils.
Through our fractures, He restores.
Through communion, He speaks
Until the soul awakens.

Memory is a composition,
Wonderfully carried
By a melody descending from Heaven to earth.

Notes composed in garners,
Within marvelous rooms filled with wisdom.
In the inward places-
Collecting, discerning, becoming.

Through wonder,
Through suffering,
Through the turning of memory’s soil.

Every ache,
Every delight,
Every unanswered longing
Becomes part of the uncovering.

God enters the hidden places
Where forgotten treasures stir,
Where eternity resounds beneath humanity,
Where His voice calls buried purpose out from the dust again.

Imprinted.


No Forgotten.
Not lost.
Only waiting to be remembered.

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