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cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, God, grace, knowledge, love, passion, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding
gather not
to story
the wages
made of sin
forgiving fault
– were grace
to take us in
speak not ill
the passing
lest for stones
your journey stall
remembered love
was come
to save us all
each tender word
– a sacred touch
of truths
we cannot see
alight the path
of darkness
our chosen destiny
a bitter charge
delayed us once –
mending now the whole
scars
the same as falling stars
aligning heart
and soul
. . .
tornadoday 
“scars the same as falling stars
aligning heart and soul”…so very true…what once gave us great pain can give us great joy…Namaste, your friend in love and consciousness!! mary
Indeed, dear Mary. Without scars, what proof we lived – what proof we loved? You’re an angel and I am blessed in the knowing. ~ Love always, Bobbie xoxo
You touch the deep feelings of one’s heart and soul…and yet you make the pain a beautiful one with the deepness of your words. I was almost left speechless… if not for the pure love which always has a welcomed place in your heart, for they bring a sweet healing to the scars making them invisible. Awesome poem Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. Every sorrow is beautiful for surely there was joy much sweeter. ~ Always, Bobbie
Of love and forgiveness, these words deeply touch my soul. Love, Dee