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of verses
I can find no place ~
no course of understanding
would still my beat
or bid my breathing slow
nurtured
by my father’s winds
reliving now the promise ~
fell to me
tis something more
I know
tis there beneath
the robin’s wing ~
there atop the rapids
flush with stone
the proof is come to stay
pages
met with pages
lines between the lines ~
would e’er I stand
and will the ground away
breath
as I was opened
face to face
with heaven ~
paradise in everything
I see
bite my tongue
and swell my tears ~
with memory of becoming
a love (as love created)
let there be
of all I know
tis more I feel ~
miracles becoming
stretched beyond the reaches
of our rhyme
of other
places given truth ~
rivers neath me rolling
meet me somewhere
I am now ~
warmed against
the light
…
tornadoday 
I like “now”. It’s real. It’s you.
xo
Paul
Thank you, Paul. The real trick is keeping myself here. 🙂 ~ Love, Bobbie
Loved it!
Thank you so much, my dear one. Your kindness is a gift today. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Shining!
Thank you, Linda. As always, your visits are a blessing to these simple words. ~ Love, Bobbie
yes, that light. thanks for a wonderfully written poetry.
Thank you so much…….. I’m really really glad you like this. ~ Truly with love, Bobbie
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 5:3
If we approach life as beggars every single moment is a blessing and we see the kingdom in every grateful glance.
Indeed we shall (indeed we do)!!!! Always, there is treasure…….. Thank you, Dan. ~ Much love, Bobbie
When i want to meditate on life, your words always soothe my spirit! The brilliance of thier life breath from you always makes a heart to glow so brightly! Tonight my spirit is warmed by the radiance of your spirits life light…and the peace of your words makes my heart to smile. Thank you my sister for the sweet blessing!
And thank you, dear Wendell, for your part in bringing me back to me. ~ Love to you, my brother. Always ~ Bobbie
Beautiful, as indeed I feel the warmth and the love as I read these words, and the rhythm is outstanding.
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