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as I was
I am still –
were a dream
and I made real
come this moment
start me clean
take of naught
the hurts unseen
of forgiveness –
right from wrong
psalms unread
redemptions song
fold such tenderness
around –
breath to breath
as loving bound
of yes and then
another will
this truth become
as love revealed
of this no more
than love I give
as I was once –
so still
I live
…
tornadoday 
“….as I was once –
so still I live”….
And we are all blessed by that fact.
xo
Paul
…as I am blessed that you think so, dear Paul. ~ Always, Bobbie
Strangely I felt a sting! Cannot tell whether in a good or bad way. However the words itself became the remedy too. Have a wonderful weekend, dear B.
If it moved you to feel, then it was good for words are like rain ~ whether they are good or bad is totally dependent on how thirsty the land. ๐ Thank you, dear one. Much love, Bobbie
Very glad to read this today…
as I am very glad you did……. ๐ Thank you, Seb……. ~ My love, Bobbie
How wonderful to know that you will always be… as you were, and still you are — beautiful, Bobbie! Love, Dee
๐ Yes, I know that even when I am no longer, I will be. Love gives us another kind of eternal life. Where we are known with love, we live. Thank you dearest, Dee. ~ Love you, Bobbie
Your words dance off the page with their life rhythms…and not a part of their exquisite nature is lost…for the have hit and embraced their intended mark…for love still lives so very wholesomely in the place where it began! Breathtaking words, which soothe the heart and soul which every one can relate to! You always lift my mornings with your joyful words!
I am so glad, dear Wendell. Reading through much of your work yesterday was an inspiration (is an inspiration). Yes, love never leaves us. In our every word, our every touch, love lives as we live. Thank you. ~ Ever still, Bobbie