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this more than for wanting
a sweet apprehension –
as stems folded double by bloom
burst through the cracks
of fear unsurrendered
are holes where heaven
shines through
tis more than the morning
and sunlight defended
webs strung as diamonds
to light
shivers and ceilings
altered by grace
delicate whispers –
a voice in the night
a glow on the hearth
a flame in the heart
an ember of all that has been
strained in the living –
sitting fire to life
waiting as grace
rushes in
tis more than belief
in a miracle once
for moments – eternity shines
richer the graden run over
by weeds –
as bliss hanging low
on the vine
. . .
tornadoday 
A certain heavenly bliss is alive in every word that shines with your life light! It is a fertile nourishment that leave a heart, mind, and spirit full! A beautiful psalm of life full of the love found within that is given to us all from above to make our lives more enjoyable and full…and you found the true note to bring it to life…with your love which you share with all! Awesome poem Bobbie!
Thank you, my dearest Wendell. I am (as always) blessed by your presence in this gathering of thoughts to word. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
purely divine and heavenly beautiful was the effect that your words created! awesome lines!
Thank you, my dearest Soumyav. Your enjoyment of these words is my blessing. Thank you so much. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Oh such a divine poem! I love it! Love, Linda
O Linda, the fact that you love this makes it that much more special to me. Thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Words that go beyond the ordinary, Bobbie. They touch the inner self and speak to the spirit within. Really liked it a lot.
Just one question…, were there flowers or veggies planted in that graden ??
~xo~
Paul
To be honest, I’d say both. I’m a country girl. If it grows, we let it. I never knew you needed to trim trees until I moved to the city. 🙂 Thank you, Paul. ~ Love much, Bobbie
I love the last two lines… I’ll be carrying them around with me for a while. James.
And of course, James, you would find those lines. When I write, sometimes I start in the middle and sometimes at the end. And when everything is right, I start with the words that wake me up….. Such are these. Sprung from moments when I neither wanted to go back or move forward, but for a while to just immerse myself in whatever words had to say. *yes, I realize I’m weird* 😀 Thank you so much for this kindness and the gift of you. ~ Love, Bobbie
tis to reach
as to draw from above
strength we could never possess
tis to hold
close and safe
the love that doesn’t question
quenches, drenches
equal on all
softening our fall
O, Vimal, this takes my breath away.
were the loosening
made less
for the ways to home
and back –
where there the weary waited
us to come
silent still this reverie
draws us from our pain –
was never meant
to carry us
for long
Thank you for the gift you are. ~ Love, Bobbie
he, he
breath that was breathed into us
hope that was salvaged
gift that never ceases to crush
all insecurities
blessed are they that hunger
they shall be renewed with compassion
to go on still weakening
ever mindful of the invisible feet beside
gentle hands that support
strong heart that steels
we are never lost
when we’re still stumbling on the way…
hugs 🙂
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