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for every fall
a picking up –
a matter of perspective
someone crushed
an apple tree to seed
long I stood
just looking up
hanging then to heaven
o’er I would want
whatever fell to need
would prayers be heard
I know that now
no matter why the sinner
would fall to knees
with plead for lowly grace
chained the past
was one more grief
of burden to deliver
would nightbirds come –
to leave without a trace
to sigh aloud
the first amen –
is whispered without memory
of why the choice
or where our purpose came
now to lay (me down)
just so –
years from where I started
sorrow just as heavy
wears a different
name
. . .
tornadoday 
This is just wonderful.
Thank you, Miranda. Your kindness is a blessing on my day. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Lovely!!! 🙂
Thank you, my dear friend. Your kindness is much appreciated….. ~ All love, Bobbie
“someone crushed
an apple tree to seed
long I stood
just looking up
hanging then to heaven” — Ahhh, I am staggered by the brilliance of your thoughts and how they manifest! Enjoyed reading this so much. Keep penning… keep us reading, amazing soul!
I love your pen, I love you!
O, my friend, you touch my soul with your words – and with your understanding of mine. Thank you hardly seems enough, and yet I do………so very much. Thank you. I love you…….. ~ Always, Bobbie
“chained the past was one more grief of burden to deliver,”…Yes, what work it takes to leave the chained past…..”is whispered without memory of why the choice or where our purpose came”…. Ahhh…the true meaning…one so hidden by the past, the illusions, the ego’s control… Unfortunately, sometimes the past sticks to us like lint to a black sweater. Very lovely Bobbie, written and reads so well. This is a wonderful poem for opening a meditation. A gentle yet heartfelt release. Namaste, mary
I agree with you, Mary. The past is best left there, but rarely does it stay. We turn around, and there it is……sharing our supper, sharing our bed. The best we can do is make peace and try not to keep it awake! Thank you, my precious friend. ~ All my love always, Bobbie