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how short
these ties of earthly woe
how pure
the angels sing
where lies the truth
of all our days –
alive in everything
in those we knew
with those we loved –
how bless’ed they must be
to walk beyond
the tell of grace –
for all eternity
what stirs in hope
beyond the veil
when breath
is sealed away –
a name in sorrow
spoken –
yet worries not
the grave
became of each
ten thousand more
returned to claim the sun
remembered sweet
our passing –
of moments spent
as one
. . .
Author’s Note: Still….a word I love……I feel. I’ve written other pieces
and adorned this same name. It is a truth that cannot be argued, an
understanding, a promise, a way…….. Still.
breathe slowly to observe
Beautiful in all its stillness Bobbie…
Take Care…You Matter…
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just me
Only when we are still, do we notice the sound that is our own heart………the song we were born into. Love you, Maryrose. ~ Ever, Bobbie
I love the word because it represents something or someone who always stays and is unchanging in our lives, a perfect reflection of quiet inner perfect peace. The word reminds me of God. Know your poems are always exquisitely written…still! Thanks for the blessing you bring this morning Bobbie!
You are so right, Wendell. God is still……..the stone in the well, the slate beneath the chalk, the one divine unchanging…….love.
You know my spirit too well…thanks again!
iam happy to read this!
as I am happy that you have, my dear sweet Soumyav……… All my love to you (upon the wind)………. catch me……. Love, Bobbie
No comment on the “still” word…..
& a heart saturated with love never fears death..
Love & Light
No, it doesn’t, dearest Mira Jay. The only thing greater than fear is love…….. 🙂 Always, Bobbie
I really like this word “still”. It can be used different ways, take you in different directions, mean different things, yet always reflecting back to something basic and permanent, and I like the way you defined the feeling of it in your poem, Bobbie. ~xo~
Me
Still……….oh yes, ten thousand meanings……..none of which are anything but wonderous……. Thank you. xo
Thank you for beautifully painting the word “Still” —“a truth that cannot be argued, an understanding, a promise, a way”. Leaves me breathless now, just thinking of the word. Love, Dee
Thank you hardly seems enough, Dee………but thank you for knowing what you know, for feeling what you feel, seeing what you see. I am blessed in the sharing of a veiled understanding. ~ Love to you, Bobbie