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becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, promise, reason, spirit, still, truth, understanding, unexplained, value, wonder
with hope
that bears not reason
some other time
awaits
as shadows to the leaving –
a stranger
at the gate
gathers yet
these orchids
we planted on our way
and worries not
the chill
of yesterday
of human hands
immortal hearts
wear true
the soul to soul –
memories of presence
in living
shall unfold
soft against
these fading lights
– to know
because we feel
a moment
unsurrendered
resolves to hold us
still
. . .
“a stranger
at the gate”
These words beget all kinds of thoughts and images and situations, Bobbie. Friend, enemy ? Never mind me… I’m in a mood today (strange one). xo
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I see that……… 🙂 I’ll get back to you soon with my comments…….. Love..
It sounds like the resolve within to hold on to a treasure, which is deemed priceless within, and not to surrender easily, because some things in life are so worth waiting for! Yet reason grips the thoughts pushing you to leave. There is a soft loveliness in each word, making it a beautiful gripping but sad declaration. You write so beautifully my sister… you are a master poet among the very best! Spiritual hugs and blessings always!
I think even without resolve, we keep a part of all we know. I don’t know if it is us holding on, or those things (people, places) becoming a part of us. We couldn’t leave them if we wanted (and why would we ever). You sing in a voice I know, dear Wendell. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Lovely poem! I’ll be back to read more, when possible.
Thank you, my dearest Betty………. I am touched and blessed by your presence. ~ Love, Bobbie
Isn”t yesterday’s chill what’s makeing today’s warmth worth the wait..
Love & Light
Indeed…………love such that we never notice the chill……….