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these fields
have been my saving grace
how long
from waking stirred
to blur the lacey edges
come of sleep
will carry me
a lifetime more
than crystal stems
and longing
beyond the velvet echoes
of goodbye
given me direction
with one more
purple dawn –
peepers crowd beneath
the rafters now
warm the line
between the road
and where it was I knew
you’d find me here
with every want
made true
shadows
to an outstretched hand
spirit held by name –
as somewhere soft
this once
you fell into
the wonder
of awaking –
as a dream
beyond the night
as answer to a wish
made long ago
. . .
tornadoday 
As i gazed at the image embracing it, my nostrils just seem to fill with a sweet aroma, and a certain peace entered my mind. Your words provided the a wonderful compliment to the moment as i received their harmonious serenade! Very nicely done, your words always shine brightly!
Wendell, your kindness is all my words could aspire to………and I am grateful (far beyond what thank you will do) for the gift that is your grace, your voice, your light. Thank you. ~ My love, Bobbie
Good morning, Bobbie,
Whenever I hear the word “fields” I can only envision the endless rows of corn, soybeans, and acres of alfalfa and clover that I planted and/or harvested as a boy and how much I really despised (hated) it for all those years. Your picture above is reminiscent of that, but beautiful, and the words equally so. ~xo~
Paul
I know you do, Paul, and we need to break you of that association. 🙂 Thank you for the places you remember (even if you’d rather not). ~ Love ever, Me
🙂
beautiful 🙂
and I like the new layout, too
Thank you, my sweet precious Vimal……. Always, you speak the language of my soul. ~ Love, Bobbie