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becoming, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, love, memory, old maps, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering
when passed the hour
a light to shine
with memories of home –
as breath
the first returned
into the fold
a cry of sweet surrender
an amen barely heard
reunion of the sinner
to the saint –
the baby to the cradle
arms forever wait
with words to taste the same
as once were said
wandering again to this
another way became
unknowing of the seasons
passed before –
of day before the daylight
a garden unadorned
wanting but for love
to come again
and worry not the thief
of time –
might steal our lowly plans
light to claim the dark –
another day
with nothing but the notion
of passing here before –
filled as then
with lifetimes
in our soul
tornadoday 
The imagery in this one…breathtaking.
Oh Bobbie, I think I will fall in love with your style of writing.
I should be so fortunate 😉 Thank you, Nessa. ~ Love, B
things change, things stay the same and still we know the way home and that it awaits. Is “luscious” even enough to say how this makes me feel? Beautifully done Bobbie. You see into the soul with special eyes. xoxo
…as even a sparrow ten thousand miles from home can know the way in the dark……… Thank you so much for this wonderful comment. I know you know how it makes me feel. ~ Love you, Jeannie. ~ Bobbie