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for moments
gladly waiting
and years rolled into years
would sorrow sit –
I begged him please
to go –
I hold myself
and wrap my arms
around this sweet becoming
salvation
feels the same
when winter slows
softer now the leaves
beneath my
naked feet –
chestnuts roll
the banks (and wash away)
criers cry
as morning doves
wait in loving echoes
earnest comes the sun
into the day
tornadoday 
This is how I picture myself awaiting the dawning of Pentecost Sunday this weekend!
Rose, then that is exactly as you’ll be……….and now when I look at this and read it, you’ll be what I imagine……… How lovely……..how truly lovely. ~ Me
as sorrows fades
tears wash away
smiles of contentment
are their replacement
knowing the wind has changed
I have quit playing his game
….
beautiful Bobbie…as always
I am not sure why I heard these words
they seem to have blown in softly on this afternoons wind
but I think I will tonight later on…or maybe not
Take Care..
)0(
just me
Hey (just you)…. do this for me ~ okay? Wrap your arms around yourself and hold tight ~ close your eyes and step into that place of beautiful memory that you are missing right now ~ See? It’s there just as close as then. I don’t know how things are for you or what happened, but I do know that love remains with us and lives in us, and if we allow it to just be love (whatever that means), then it will be sufficient. And we will still hold in the ways we have available to hold. Do not grieve love; celebrate the woman you are because of love!! I do! ~ Always, Bobbie