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of yesterdays
I’ve spent my share –
pockets empty now
the path ahead much less
than left behind
of dreams – by sleep
remembered
nights I lay between
practiced in a breath
of make believe
surrendered as to sorrows
counted not to home
the sound of water rushing
o’er my stones
silence keeps a record
of where I lingered here
trading bits of heaven
for wilderness
unknown
. . .
tornadoday 
yesterday know from today ve seen, when tomorrow I knew .
….a moment yet of lifetimes I’ve already been forgotten. Thank you, my friend. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
There’s a scattering and a gathering that heals me, lovingly Debbie
O, Deb, I’m so glad these words found their place with you. ~ All my love, Bobbie
“…trading bits of heaven for wilderness unknown”……..aren’t we always looking across the meadow of presence to the possibility of something better yet undiscovered? Good night, Bobbie. ~xo~
Paul
The great unknown………. I remember something from years ago, “A bird in the hand loses its mystery in no time flat.” ~ Always, we seek the place of home. Thank you, Paul. ~ Always, Bobbie
You are always silently embraced for the treasure you are and what you bring each day! Your words leave a lasting joyful impression for only you can deliver jewel after jewel as you do and leave so many smiling hearts! It is a blessing to read your heart! God bless!
Few blessings are as dear to me as knowing my words find a place with you, dear Wendell. ~ Always love, Bobbie