20 Sunday Oct 2013
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bliss, breath, connection, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, reason, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, wonder
what tender chord
is risen
in gratitude
for grace
a truth
to soul remembered
we defend
whispers
hide in velvet ears
lately echoes
roll
sweetly from
the shadows
pulling in
what beauty
dares
the earth conceive
light and love
abound
tis there
I wake
from wandering
– as word
without a sound
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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&light’s born every time you pen it in a poem by your sweetness signed
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O, Mira Jay……….it is the sweetness where you receive that my words find their own comfort. Thank you. ~ Always love, Bobbie
Light and love abound, ever there like the air we breathe, like a word without a sound. Such beauty and grace in these words, Bobbie. Love, Dee
Dee, some of the sweetest hymns I know are those without a word……. Thank you, my beautiful friend. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
A word without a sound
Was written by a sage
On the lines of a parchment page
Spoken only to the eyes
And in their silence bound.
‘Twas a deft stroke of the pen drafted this missive, lass, and masterful it was.
Himself could be led to believe ye may have a talent for it. ‘Tis possible, but then he could be wrong…, but likely not, for he’d never be accused of error, at all, at all.
Blessin’s o’ the green to ya this fine even’ an’ e’en a hug. ~xo~ Himself
………:) Thank you, Paul.
Magnifico y dulce, Bobbie.
Thank you, Stephen. You bless ……. Love, Me
– as silence to be my sound.
Thank you, Bart. Your kindness washes sweet. ~ Love, Bobbie