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before I knew
I knew of you
and what somebody said
before I slept ~
each sweet amen
was whispered by my bed
my soul to keep
my faith (to know)
my ways (forever) blest
home ~
a place I carry
life as love confessed
tangled up in something
without the fear of flight ~
but found my way
across the deep
and fell into your light
(amazing place)
such loving arms
carved by truth o’er time
music there ~
I know the words
(and every note divine)
tis not the same
nor measured here
how can I (truth) explain
of what I know
or where I’ve been
(that girl must be insane)
as love to life
some days I rise
within the sun’s embrace
remembered now
the path to you ~
(has run through me) always
tornadoday 
“…music there ~
I know the words
(and every note divine)”
And isn’t life just a parody of a song…, low and sweet at the intro, then building to a constant, plodding march with interludes of tender melody, building then to a crescendo near the end, and then exiting to muted strains of the melody? Beautifully done, Bobbie! …xo, Paul
Well, yes, but you make it sound so ………so dull! 😀 LOL! No, just kidding……yep, just kidding. I think the whole marching thing got me thinking of a a drudge rather than a lullaby! SNAP OUT OF IT! I know what you mean though (yes, I know what you mean). Thank you, dear Paul. ~ Much love, Bobbie xo
Well, most of it is just plodding drudgery, broken up by interluds of excitement, pleasure, and joy, punctuated with love and emotion. Isn’t it??? …or was that my past life?
I left a note for you at the “popsicle place”. > je t’aime, Paul
Took my breath away! Love, Loved this magnificent poem! oh my yes! Love, Linda xoxo
Oh my dear Linda, I am SOOOOOOOOOO glad you like this one. It must be the weather, but I find myself wrestling with the simplest turn of phrase. If it’s 88 lines, 87 will beat my pen to the page ~ but ahhhh, that one ~ he will keep me up long past the time I should be asleep and wake me up two hours before the rooster. That one is hell-bent on having me write a one line poem! ;-D Thank you so much! ~ Love, B
&who said home is few walls & a roof we were born to find ourselves in!
It’s everywhere we find our cores & blessed are those who have theirs dipped in light…
your flow has put me in a swing of peace.
Love & Light
🙂 I love that……… You’re absolutely right, Mira. Home is where we are. Nothing about us is tied to a place. Rather, I think places are tied to us for without us, they would have no identify (no special meaning). Who we are has NOTHING to do with where we are…………. Always, when at peace, we are home. Thank you, lovely one! ~ Much love, Bobbie