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nights bring the sound
of hands passing slowly
pull me back ’round
to the place I belong
small and remembered
for voices I’m keeping
in the silent impressions
of love I have known
filling the spaces
as my heart is split open
and names
one by one –
are repeated in time
for those never far
left behind –
in the scatter
stories unspoken
find their freedom
in mine
to sit with me now
as another dawn glistens
from knees to the cross
not forsaken –
their souls
stirring in grace
gentle hands fold together –
as sorrow finds beauty
in the voices
I hold
“While there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal
element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prision,
I am not free.” ~ Eugene V Debs
tornadoday 
Your words beautiful enough. Love, Linda
Thank you so very much, my dear one…….. Always, you speak to my whole. ~ Love, Bobbie
The best cooks are those that don’t need exotic ingredients.
You are that way with words: making the ordinary shine.
BTW, does E.V, Debs mean ‘as long as’ when he says ‘while’ ?
A touch confusing.
BTW 2: do you ever come out and visit?
Thank you, Jo. Yes, I am certain that ‘while’ means ‘as long as’……. In other words, while one exists, the other exists. As for the second note, I’m not sure that I understand – come out and visit where? 🙂 Thank you so much. ~ With love, Bobbie
Grand stuff. So much heart in this.
thank you, seb………….and indeed there is………. ~ love, b
We are one, all inter-connected. Let us never forget it!
Always, Rose. Always………… ~ Bobbie