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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
forsaken the fence
the twice broken steps
– eyes peeking up from beneath
memory loosed
by the passing of time
clothesline
and thimbles –
blessings bequeathed
by a hand
taking hold
a back nearly bent
by gardens run over by weed
nights held to secret
as the bible brought down
– forgiven to wander
as verses decreed
I’ll know
will you know me –
as was then I’ve become
for your taking –
how far from here gone
will grace foreshadow
where whispers remain
or roads be reminded
another way
home
the last I was passing
some years
almost now –
forgiven of burdens
some stranger took in
held me for keeping
I barely recall –
tho you knew
of my wander
to find you again
as a place
in the woods
once we slept
with the stars
and made of their fortunes
a story of grace
paths rarely journeyed –
you gave every one
as truth coming down –
heaven displaced
by the hone
of my beating
were there more – yet the same
as names given honor
in still silent prayer
fueled by a memory
of old crooked boards
– might I wake
in my slumber
to follow you there
. . .

beautiful dreamer! wake…Love waits….Linda
O, my precious friend, nothing does my heart as much good as finding you here. Thank you. I love you and welcome in……… ~ Bobbie
there’s a sweet memory of my gma in each verse; the beauty of thimble, clothesline, bent back, the marriage of all these little things that wind my clock both backwards and forward~ what can I say but a sigh! xo
Thank you, Deb. I knew you would see it – the exquisite wonder in the everyday. Always, dust sparkles in the details. And we are blessed to see it. ~ Love you, my friend. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Mem’ries of those gone before us
Haunting the paths of our days
Bringing back thoughts of their passing
Rememb’ring their sweet gentle ways…
xo
Himself
……..and in the garden of our soul, they live, they love……..they dream of us. ~ Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie