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when I was ten
the stars were my friends
and grapevine grew wild
to pass me between –
places of longing
and wonders unseen
by the eyes
of surrender –
a ways
down the road
nights
unforgotten
the dreamer I was –
left out the door
without thought for goodbye
or reminders
of home
I’d come needing
to find –
paths cleared away
by the wind
was destiny
left in a note by the gate
or carved to a tangle
of wood –
how quiet the house
a lone empty bed –
and chill burned away
by a wanting
left go
might they wonder
how far
I’d been taken away –
or wait me a season of still
unnoticed retreat
to a life just begun –
my wing’ed old soul
forgetting again
to wander the way back
to less
. . .
tornadoday 
`wonders unseen by the eyes of surrender`
Beautiful expression.
Thank you, Martyn. It’s good to know that someone else finds the meaning in those lines. Truly, thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“was destiny left in a note by the gate”
Rings with memories of freedom to me, Bobbie. Reminds me of when I left the farm, family, and all to be on my own.
~xo~
Paul
the sweet passing from one eternity to the next………. bittersweet are the memories we hold closest. Thank you, my dear Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your soothing words have blessed my evening! So very gracefully written in such a way that it inspires greatly…you have such a heavenly touch in the way your words deliver their soothing message. As I read it, I can only smile and sigh at its beauty! God bless!
And in that way, my words bless me again. Thank you so much for sharing the places of your heart, dear Wendell. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
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