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of scars
all but faded
the beginning is lost –
no reminder is left
of the pain
of stories we started
forgotten us now
were given us choice
to remain
more than a few
are sealed within lies –
a place I was going
when fell by the way
given to truth
I thought would oblige
souvenirs kept
with the blade
crisscross
remember –
threads into silk
moments reweaved
by their coming apart
letters have worked their way
into skin –
scars running clean
to the heart
. . .
tornadoday 
Touching one, again…
Thank you, dear sir……… Your gentle touch to my words is inspiring, to say the least. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“threads into silk moments reweaved by their coming apart,” I love this…my heart thumped when I read it. I love silk and your images that speak so deeply to my spirit. Have a very blessed day! xoxoxox mary
Thank you, my sweet precious Mary. I’m so glad you reached to the heart of this piece………to an understanding of all that we hold in the letting go. ~ Always love, Bobbie
Scars can be healed by the blessing of a genuine loves energy as it returns! We can doubt and turn away, we can embrace many times again, and lose again but who knows when love will reveal its rightness when another heart realizes the value and worth of one whom they turned away from. Each day we begin anew, each night we sleep and who knows how many times our breath ends, and we awaken with dreams of yesterday, and we sometimes hold tightly to them, and yet why not embrace the newness and hope that comes with the new day for a more constant change. In the flesh nothing is perfect and there are many ups and downs, but when one finds a jewel that moves not only their heart but their spirit…will not change come forth! We in our lives may never have 100% of love but is not 50-60 percent worthwhile! And when cultivated by caring hugs and kisses might it not grow closer to perfection. Never give up! Beautiful words which makes a soul ponder so deeply..you always make one think in a endless way. Blessings and hugs!
O Wendell, every single bit of love is worthwhile. Always, it is the meaning of life, the sacred command on which salvation rests. Love blesses us and we let it. It is more than what we do; it is who we are. Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed. It is a truth that never forgets us…… (it is all that matters of who we are) 🙂 Thank you, Wendell. ~ Love (as always), Bobbie