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becoming, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, self, spirit, spirituality, wandering, writing
secrets wear
the story long
and there my purpose known
as quiet moves
these sleepless bones
to write
sacred
as repentance held
lips still wet with prayer
as silence wraps
forgiveness ‘round
the night
as blush the morn
becoming new
a refuge to my soul
constellations
never were so bright
the sun
shall rise me gently
as wings above the flame
a tremor held in place
against the light
dreams
almost forgotten
are gathered on the lawn
longing wills my whisper
into flight
. . .
tornadoday 
Mesmerized by your wordplay, stupefied by your heart’s rhythm… only you can so seamlessly conjure up such an atmosphere. Loved this. ~ Hugs & wishes, Tanumoy
Thank you, Tanumoy………. I love that you do. ~ Always, Bobbie
“secrets wear the story long”….Yes Bobbi…I was once a soul lost in secrets
“as blush the morn becoming new a refuge to my soul constellations never were so bright,” ….now a light of the Divine….
Thank you for always putting poetic meaning to the journey of the soul,
xoxoxox mary
Thank you, my precious Mary. I’m convinced that ife is the revealing of what has always been known – a recognizing of just how simple life (and love) can be. Thank you for your light. May your journey always be in the direction of home. ~ Love, Bobbie
As I read your poem my mind found itself mesmerized at the loveliness of every single word in every line…it has a magic essence that feeds one’s whole in a very timeless and engaging way. Your writing always makes the reader feel you are writing to and for them, which shows how amazing your gift is ! Loved the poem Bobbie!
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You figured me out, Wendell. Always, I was writing for you………. Such is what I believe to be the power that allows me to write (it was never ever for me)……. Thank you! I love you, my dear sweet friend. ~ Always, Bobbie