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had I one more
grace to give
and not much more
worth keeping –
than roads I’ve come
to bring you love –
kneeling now in prayer
forgotten
every sorrow fell
grief beyond my season –
another dawn
is waiting me
lest I wander there
violet shades
of winter ash –
and canyons lit by longing
days to walk
and warmth we willed
to stay
as colors of the
sweetest songs –
winds the same as ever
shall free the lowly spirit
from the silence
of the grave
stir to voice
these fragile words
and give them place
to matter
save for me the mystery
of stories almost read –
stay the night
another life
that I might find your
wishes –
hanging by a prayer
beside my bed
tornadoday 
lovely, warm to heart, Linda
Truly, you bless me, Linda. Thank you………. ~ My love, Bobbie
And yet the blessing of words will always stay, as the kiss of the spirit will embrace and comfort, and the hug of a sweet friend will lift your heart and spirit…step into the newness of joy and life…for there is one whe will always stay with you and can lift your heart into true abundant love. A heart sends its essence to embrace and move another…when it is received is it not filled with joy at the most tender of touches…Love is always sent your way…and that love is the most perfect of all, it never leaves you lonely, as a worldly love, it never changes as a worldly love and iti brings into your life another spirit that shares that love so you can see and feel and understand that He will never leave you alone. Your words have the elegance of a beautiful soothing life light, that leaves another’s heart so full..know that if you reach to the deepest parts and share that,which is shared with you ,a deeper joy will arise…and it will leave a sweeter necter of happiness that is forever replenished daily…take His hand of love. I know you can do it for i have seen it, Love you my sister. Believe me you have many more graces to give, and share!
I understand, Wendell, in ways you can’t imagine……… such is the deepest of all loves, the love that all others strain to be. Thank you…….and I am truly looking forward to ten thousand graces……… My morning was already filled with them as I spoke to my students and gave them thought for all their tomorrows. ~ Love you, Me
For some reason your song and image remind me of that Andrew Wyath painting of the upturned soldier’s helmet filled with pinecones, [beneath a few pine trees if I remember rightly]. Same half-sad half-hopeful feel.
Nostalgic, romantic, warm………… Thank you, Jo. ~ Love you, Bobbie