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stories wait
the telling –
as solace binds the soul
light is rent in service
to our will
a secret rarely uttered
sleeps with us the night
longing for a time
to hold us still
became of this
our faith returned
when all the rest was lost –
delayed my breath
to rob this verse
of rhyme
remembered not
to passing –
or universes crossed
beholding to a promise
so divine
another day
some other life
a change to all we’ve known –
as carried I
your touch beneath
my sleeves
a history rewritten
shall follow me the dawn –
your heart
is beating somewhere
I can’t see
. . .
tornadoday 
“somewhere I can’t see” …You don’t have to see. Close your eyes and feel it.
~~Always~~
Paul
🙂 You’re too kind. Just this week, I was talking with a friend about those dreams – you know the ones – where in the midst of everything, your name is spoken – it’s not a part of the dream but separate, and as if someone walked into your room and woke you. For me, I’m absolutely convinced that someone somewhere spoke my name…….. Maybe it’s that easy. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
“a secret rarely uttered sleeps with us the night longing for a time to hold us”… what a beautiful expression to paint Light..
May your torch be granted the blessing of Light in all your lives regardless of what different skin your hand wears.
Love & Light
Mira Jay, you always find the words that started the avalanche of feeling – the ones that I began with in the telling of the soul. Thank you for the amazing gift that is your heart and your grace. I am blessed……. I love you. ~ Bobbie
Perhaps I’m the one who shall be paying thanks here for you’re the very one if not the only who guarantees me that that organ to the left still exists..
Much love
Words woven with hope and light, lovely Bobbie. Xxxxx
Thank you, my dearest Jane……… Always we walk familiar paths, aware of another who walks the same. My love to you always. ~ Bobbie