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let me not
an ending be –
or seams sewn taught
by time
let me not
the blossom –
without thorn
as dust pervades
a polished floor
with imprints of the past
bless’ed soul
– this calling out
to be
keep me not
afraid to fall –
til all have felt my ache
as voices roll
beside me
in the dark
grant me not
a place forgot –
but shining brighter still
for those who fell
another day –
my brokenness
to heal
let me not
forgiveness save
within my eager breast
or kisses
tainted lies –
I shall not give
this longing rest
let me not
when time is gone
be haunted by regret
would seal within
my grieving –
gratefulness
hymns where none
are playing –
light beyond this light
if e’er my love
be finished –
I am none
. . .
tornadoday 
very nice, reading this while listening to the rain while at work, makes my day a bit more bearable. Thanks for this
O, Nathan, what a lovely thought ~ and such a tribute to meager words. Thank you for letting them find you. ~ Always, Bobbie
worthy of Shakespeare xxxx truly lovely. xxx
Oh, Willow, I sincerely doubt that……but if he had friends like you, well………it’s possible. 🙂 Thank you so much. ~ My love ever, Bobbie
Beautiful words, amazing poem! I am glad I found your blog from through the healing lens Robyn Lee. Keep it up!
Thank you so much. I’m glad you found your way here (through Robyn’s garden ~ what a lovely route). Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
beautiful, B
🙂
Thank you, my dear Vimal. I’m glad you like it. ~ Love, Bobbie
Never none, the power of the spiritual love you share is endless in nature and will never fade away…awesome poem Bobbie!
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