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beyond this time
of recollection –
the truth shall ever be
no less for every passing over
another way to see
before we were
and for this come –
to choose of all that weighted
to taste of life
was given us –
of destinies ill-fated
by cards of death
as sorrows dealt
the angel from the bottom
and turned us back
from paths we knew by heart
take no heed
of circumstance
reminders to remember
the truth remains
no stranger to the soul –
come as light
to shine the way –
across unto another
love becomes our reason –
whate’er a hand can hold
tornadoday 
We lived the past and it’s memories, good or bad, are the history of us, but needs look to the destinies that await us each new tomorrow. Liked what you wrote. Have mixed feelings abouth the good/bad (naturally).
The sky is blue – the sun is shining (again!) – and, damn, it’s still hot!!! And will be even moreso next week. Surviving from air conditioner to air conditioner.
…always,
Pablo
Dearest Pablo 😀 Everything we’ve known (we’ve touched) becomes a part of us. And yes, I agree that our destinies are to be found in tomorrow (not yesterday), but without those glimpses of heaven to compare to, what we would have? Surely we would know the sun by its warmth on our face without the need to see it, but once we’ve seen it, we are forever changed. Don’t you agree? Well, of course you do!!! I think your temps are nearly as bad as ours. Stay cool…….otherwise, how will you ever know what destiny awaits you? ~ Love, Bobbie
Memories and yesterdays are our guides to our todays and tomorrows. Knowing where we’ve been helps us take the right path toward the new. (more rambling!!!)
С любовью
Pavul
How very blessed we are to have a guiding angel dealt “from the bottom of the deck” just as we are about to travel down those same old weary, hopeless paths! Wonderfully instructive poem for our spirits here!
Indeed we are, Rose………. Hopeless? Bahhhh! There is always hope, and where there is none, we should take it there! Thank you, Rose. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“across unto another
love becomes our reason –
whate’er a hand can hold” These lines, so tender, full, wanting and fulfilling, Love, Linda
Love can only be measured in one way – by that which we give. I’m fairly certain that no one every became poor by giving. Thank you, Linda…….. Your light is a blessing to us all and especially me. ~ Love you. ~ Bobbie
There always comes an angel that brings back to the right track we’ve drawn even through our unconscious…
Much love
Beyond what we know is that which we sense……and only in living can we arrive at true wisdom. You are an angel, Mira. Thank you for the gift that is your flame. ~ Love, Bobbie