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becoming, faith, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, prayer, reason, resurrection, spirituality, understanding, value
slow
the sure release
of night into the dawning
as breath
above the rim
of coffee black
as prayer
into the ethers
of another sunday after
as bibles wait to blessings
taken back
praises be
to one who knows
the best of us
is lacking –
forgiveness rarely come
without regret
the weight of words
remembered
as a bitterness to taste
haunts the soul
unwilling to forget
love
as I am hoping –
seals the broken streets above
curtains drawn
as proof of time’s retreat
garner us eternity –
of life beyond our own
where even now –
our name
is something
sweet
. . .
tornadoday 
I picture myself blowing off the steaminess from my cup! Great layered language !
…..as eyes reach through the fog to find the familiar……… Thank you, Debbie. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
There must be so many smiles in heaven with every word that flows from that wonderful warmth from the river in your heart! You are a wonderful poet my sister… a far better one than I will ever be, but not only a poet, but a songsmith, for each poem is a song that makes life so very real! Hugs and blessings!
Wendell, you humble me and give yourself far too little credit……….for surely angels rise at midnight to watch the falling of your pen. Always know that you are loved, and I am forever grateful for the gift that is your friendship and light. ~ Love, Bobbie