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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

as one
a wave of ribbons
spooled cross
and down the valley ~
where there with open arms
my spirit danced
as quietly
where none could see ~
held with one to wonder
and swayed beneath
a canopy
of lace
knitted cap
of wren and wasp
layers thick with mayfly
crisp the folding up
to fall in prayer
as soon
by daylight entered
to nurse beneath the rafters
for one more dream
another time to love
fancy this
the reasons come ~
in silence of remembrance
of who I was ~
and what was meant to be
amazed for roads
these hands to carve ~
as poems never written
were stitched into
the highest bough ~
were heaven there to hold
still
within this moment
light surrenders living ~
and breath is broken
somewhere
out beyond ~
the lean into
uncertainty ~
as loosed these fragile fallings
leaves are counting
yesterdays
again
…
As i read your poem, i sense a restlessness and a spirit beginning to wander. The words are simlar though some of the grace is tarnished and some of the glow and luster has been lost. I say these things because there was always joyful life even in your sad poems…still the spark was always there. Do not dwell on yesterday’s thoughts but redirect your spirits power into the grace fiiiled places where your words always danced in perfect rhythm and harmony. Let your smile erase the yesterdays away so that tonight and tommorrow your words will be filled with your hearts passionate love. Blessings to you always my sister and also to your family! And you still write very well!
Oh, Wendell, I am so glad you came by today. I read your note and thought to myself, ‘what is he reading’ for surely I never thought of this as sad. Perhaps a little melancholy at times, but that’s just something I tend to do. I am absolutely convinced that we are blessed with wonderful full blessed lives, and that means moments of joy and moments of sorrow. But oh, the joy always wins ~ and it will win this time! Or should I say that for me, it always does.
Part of the reason is that I allow myself time to hurt and time to heal, and I don’t just think that by blinking it will go away, nor do I think that my faith must not be strong or I wouldn’t embrace my sorrows the same as joy. God is with us, in both our joys and our sorrows ~ always. And regardless our hardships, they do not last ~ we last and our truth lasts. God lasts.
But I admit that the events of this week have left me feeling broken. Love will heal those ~ I will heal those ~ God will heal those. And you, my dear brother, will be there to see it all! Thank you, Wendell. Oh, yeah, I also realized that the image was a bit sad too. I thought it beautiful until I looked after reading your note…… 🙂 and saw something more than beauty. I hope you like the change. ~ Thank you for reminding me of who I am. ~ Love you, Bobbie