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for answers
I’m not praying
but to know the ones I have
forgotten not
the questions
or the cross
another day
and passed between
the sunlight into shade
who of us remembers
what was lost
but for something
more
becoming
in the evidence of light
sorrows bloomed
against a purple sky
broken every promise
forgiven every wrong
whispers lie against me
all the night
echoes started
far away
are thunder to my soul
lessons come
in sacrifice and rain
for answers
I’m not praying
e’en now my knees
grow weak
stumbled o’er
the blessings of amen
. . .
tornadoday 
Lovely picture with the lovely poem.
Thank you, dearest Judy. Your kindness is a blessing. *I hope you brought some of those yummy chocolate cookie cups with you* 😀 ~ Love, Bobbie
Now this one seems truly special, as morning awaited all night… finally blooming.
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😉 Thank you, Eric. Truly….. Love, Me
“who of us remembers what was lost” Beautiful thoughts, Lady Wordsmith.
Those who treasure and have lived love know the answer to this quest
Theirs are the hearts that hold it close against any challenge, trial, or test.
~xo~
Himself
Indeed, dear Paul……..they are the keepers of the word, their hearts forever echoing one sweet perfect sigh. Love to you always, sweet man. ~ Love, Bobbie
The blessings of Amen, the eternal Yes, the everlasting Now. Beautiful and sweeping, Bobbie! Love, Dee
O, Dee, I know you know these blessings ~ those of grace and submission. Thank you, my dear friend. May your day overflow with blessed memory of the stars. ~ Love you, Bobbie
the beauty of words lie in the simple confession of your feelings that are expressed silently and in a subtle manner..as if whispering!
O, my dearest Soumyav, only someone who has heard thta whisper could know where it rests. Thank you so so much. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
It is a a peaceful place when our prayers are no longer for answers ~ but instead prayers of acceptance, and pure love of all that is life — sorrows, loss and pain included… Your words are like a delicate dance Bobbie ~ always stirring the soul…
Love to you ~ R
Thank you, dearest Robyn. Your comments were a reminder to me of something. Earlier today, a friend told me of a tragedy within her family over the weekend. At a desperate time of questioning, I thought only to pray for their peace ~ that they find comfort in the assurance of a Divine understanding. Regardless the question, that is the answer. Yes, indeed, the pure love that feels every heartache and every bliss (the same). I pray that for all of us….. Thank you so much! ~ My love, Bobbie
like worship
🙂 nice…
submission…….. Thank you so much, Vimal. You always make my day. ~ Love, Bobbie
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