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what memory
have you of this
of ways before the start
we dreamed a world
beyond our pulled apart
beyond this night
forgotten –
another willed to be
echoes down the meadow
from the sea
floated past the window
inches from the grey
ashes fell
reminding me to pray
for someone
without name I knew
someone still to mourn
let me find
remembrance here
an essence
without form
what truth
denies the bending
of sacrifice to sight
leaves the gate wide open
every night
hastens now the winter
to rush the fragile spring
hears the song
made sweeter
by the wing
. . .
tornadoday 
There is such heartache in your latest pieces, especially this one. Dear Bobbie, I pray it is not a reality in your world. Love you, Xxxx
O, Jane……….it is not, and yet it is………. It’s a reality for me if it is for another. I am sometimes too much in this world in that I hear a story and I know the story, for in the sharing, it became a part of me. In some ways, I tend to isolate myself. Not because I do not care, but sometimes I care too much. My heart breaks ten thousand times a day. 🙂 But do not fret, Jane. I would not ever wish to have it any other way. ~ Love you always. ~ Bobbie
I didn’t feel sadness or despair … I read a spiritual discernment and remembering that this quieting season without and within. Bravo ! xo
I am so glad, Debbie. To cause you either would break my heart. Thank you. I hope your day is as beautiful and blossoming as you deserve. ~ Always with love, Bobbie
Remembrance of someone or something that was, or is yet to be… A little bit of melancholy, but hardly sad. I feel the entrance of Autumn with the expectance of Winter coming on. (I really don’t like leaving Summer behind. I want it all year long).
~~Always~~
Paul
hahahah…….I know you don’t…………which makes me look forward a little more (knowing you kicking and screaming all the way)……… ♥
It is a great gift to love genuinely and so freely each day in life, and then to share what is felt with another. We know of the greater love, and as it fills our hearts deeply, it has a blossoming affect which pushes us to share it’s essence with others that they may know of a deeply pure love which is freely given without cost or wanting anything of value in return. So it’s treasure we share, and in doing so, are not many made better to feel that pure spiritual love which we feel? You never cease to amaze me with your gift! You are ever wonderful my sister! I see both sides of you in your poem, but His spiritual love has the deepest roots in your heart…and sometimes more than not it can be painful. Hugs and blessings!
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