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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratitude, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, resurrection, sacred intimacy, southern, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wisdom, wonder
before
and still
I have as then
a reason
to remember
the winds are calling
– even now
I rise
to watch
a wave of feathers
course a southern moon
a sea of countless
graces
for my eyes
closing now
where silent sits
in dusted rafters
– soul
gathers unto places
I belong
heart
of one
I know as more
time shall ne’er erase
the music
of becoming –
sacred
song
. . .
tornadoday 
Words like these are made to be felt, and not examined by the critical mind. This sings, Bobbie. ~xo~ Me
….I think that’s why I felt slightly guilty when I realized there was rhyme….. Thank you, my dear one. May your day be filled with amazing! ~ Love, Bobbie
Never should you feel even a little bit guilty about something as beautiful as this. It’s a song from the heart…, and those are all beautiful, darlin’ girl. ~Always ‘n’ ever~ Me
Love so much for taking me to sacred song. Just where I long to be.:)
Thank you!:)
-Jennifer
It is where you are, Jennifer…………. the rhythm that is your own heart song. I know the song for it is the same as mine. Thank you. May your day be filled with reminders of how much you are loved. ~ Bobbie
OH! so beautiful like the picture, xxx
Thank you, Willow……….. I’ve held this picture for a long time, just waiting for the words that would find it home. ~ Love to you, Bobbie
well worth the wait!