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in pools
of Sunday morning tears
light is bent to will –
souls are met
across this sweet divide
as one to place remembered
how I knew you then
I was lost
and you were at
my side
as longing –
there the winter rests
a lonely twilight grieves
silent as the dew
to wonder how –
eternity returns us
webs of lacey lace
the soul awake for hearing
each whispering of now
of graces
I’ve not many –
but faith to understand
as somewhere still
they wait my coming home
boards worn thru
by worry –
wicks so very low
winds recalled to carry me
by every name
I’m known
. . .
tornadoday 
Unremembered – never…, unforgetable – always !
~xo~
Himself
…….ahhh, thank you, paul…….. ~ Me
If only we could unremember things…
~~~Felicia
Yes, but then we might be fated to repeat…….. Even in our suffering are we brought into light. Thank you, my precious beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
When the first three lines took away my breath, I knew I simply need to surrender to the rest…. and just be… letting them drift to anywhere they may….
O Bobbie, I cannot stop adoring you!!
Love and hugs.
I am humbled by the kindness of your words, by the understanding your bring to these simple thoughts. Thank you, my sweet beautiful friend. ~ All my love always, Bobbie
Sweet sensitive sister ~ I see my body as the wick… my whole spirit sweaty with miles of yearning to be remembered ~ I couldn’t help but cry.
O, how beautiful, Deb – the divine depths that are your own soul. I love these words of yours, set against the backdrop of ten thousand others. You shine. ~ My love to you, Bobbie