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would grace
be forgiving –
the passing of days
or heaven give notice
this loving to praise
surrendered
the memory
of everything dear
as darkness remembered
another to fear
come now
from your hiding
as sorrow betrayed
love shall forever
be reason to save
were touch
but the only
gift left of goodbye –
when traded a lifetime
of wondering why
we gave of a moment
an eternity still –
love without measure
our purpose to fill
. . .
tornadoday 
Yes Bobbie ~ a reason to save … I can feel the urging through your exquisite verse…
this line struck me deeply ~
“love shall forever
be reason to save”
Love without measure ~ that is the way!
I loved this ~ x Blessings dear friend ~ Robyn
O, Robyn, you know too well the truth in those words. Where there is love, always there is reason. You honor me with your kindness, and bless me with your love. Thank you, my beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
you know, I always find myself smiling unexpectedly when reading your responses or comments Bobbie ~ that must mean something special! Love to you x
nice rhythm 🙂
Thank you, my sweet precious Vimal. ~ Love always, Bobbie
reads like a benediction… soothing to the soul.
Thank you, Emma. Your tenderness is a blessing to my words. Thank you so much! ~ Ever, Bobbie
For me, Bobbie, the last 4 lines are the whole message. Naturally, I liked the whole thing. It says to me that, in living good life, love is the tool we need use to fulfill our purpose in being here at all. ~~xo~~
Paul
…….and I’m not the least bit surprised that you know that, Paul………some secrets are never hid well by the heart……. xo Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
…. yet again…. a new sun, new day, new moon, new night — all the more reasons to save again. I cannot believe how one can live an entire life with that one reason worth saving — but when I know I don’t know how, then once again I know… how worth a reason it is to save.
Bobbie, my beautiful soul, you in your pieces speak what I in my pieces forget to express. And I love you, and your pieces for that.
Hug!