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hold my soul
as one of longing
forgiven more than grace
divine –
will trust the darkness
fold you sweetly
into the heart
you hold of mine
take my hands
to know my sorrows –
martyred verse
unclaimed by word
one more time
will faith be tested
for prayers to listen
undisturbed
hold my heart
beneath the covers
warm to every place I know
there you are
begin –
just ending –
silence falls as rain
to snow
. . .
tornadoday 
Very touching. The photos too.
Thank you, Stephen. Always, you are welcome here and I am blessed by the visit. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Made me think about and remember a lot of things…, and people. Wonderful words, Bobbie. ~~Always~~ Paul
If my words stir you to memory, dear Paul, I know they are blessed. Thank you, my dear. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Indeed ~ brought me to remember so many things & people ~ BEAUTIFUL !
“take my hands to know my sorrows,” Each poem is an opportunity to take another’s hand. I share in sorrows and joyous celebrations with you…Thank you Bobbie,
Namaste, mary xoxoxox
O, my beautiful Mary, it is I who should thank you – for sharing your spirit, light and love with me. You know as I do that when we take another’s hand, we touch their joys, sorrows – their story. And isn’t that all any of us really want – to share the story of us? Our love goes only as far as we’re willing to listen. ~ Love to you, sweet soul ~ Always, Bobbie