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in the breath
forever caught between –
they held me in their hands
waiting in the stillness
for the clouds to part
for lungs to memorize the cold –
thunder gathered thick
before the storm
then someone said “amen”
and they let go….
and I drifted
like a psalm –
a puff of smoke
spread like morning fog upon the water
held by the wind
rushed by the waves
to gather me home
forever one with the river
forever one with their song
some sat down
others ran beside
forever one with the current
one with their hands
never having to say goodbye
the river took us all
. . .
Beautiful, Bobbie. The lines are so fluid and the imagery so gentle. J
Thank you, dearest James. If there were a time when I truly wished I had the voice thing figured it out, it was with this. But then again, all I can imagine saying is the one word – amen. Always, we are one with the river. Thank you again. ~ Much love to you always, Bobbie
beautiful….!
As are you. Thank you, Linda. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Oh my, I truly love this poem in its exaltation, humility and praise. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee…….. Always, you know the words that are my heart. ~ Love, Bobbie