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will
that once I knew
to understand the want
forgiven every longing
of my soul
counted thrice
this evermore
whatever love shall take
beyond the night
another hand I hold
sure
this slow acceptance
of all I’m meant to find
gathered sparrows
flock an empty place
tis there
my heart remembers –
reasons for the loss
glories claim a lowly call
for grace
ten thousand more
as I shall go –
with worry not for crying
lights to burn –
embers glowing black
memory remains of me
roads of vein and story
will survives
the coldest –
spring of welcome back
. . .
tornadoday 
….. am in tears… How effortlessly you’ve broken the dam held behind thoughts kept at bay…. O my beautiful beautiful friend, in that empty place some hearts forever sit, longing for sparrows that never flock to sing their songs — turning the longing silence into a song itself.
I know, you know. Beautiful are tears, beautiful are smiles, beautiful is pain and beautiful endurance.
Bobbie, thank you so very much for reminding of life’s true beauty. I love your love and you.
Hugs.
It is an honor to have such a beautiful soul understand the language of my own. Your light spills to bless mine. Thank you for the gifts that are you. I love you, my friend. ~ I do. I do. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Webs of lacey lace….I found myself unable to work this afternoon and I was guided here. Now I know why. My love to you Bobbie, for the special soul that you are. Xxx
Whatever the reason, I am blessed by the visit, Jane. Thank you for the beauty of your own sweet soul. Always my love to you, dear friend. ~ Bobbie