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for more than this
I faint would ask –
or tary on my knees
reminded not of pleadings past –
this blessing to appease
for more than sin
my honor paid –
more than stones to cast
as feathers
born of ancient flight
are given rise
at last
on western winds
a southern charm
is left our truth to tell
were nights
we lost to sleeping
the dreamer to dispel
broken boughs
left scattered bout –
forgotten where and when
the soul was saved
to coming back
with choice to break
again
. . .
Absolutely gorgeous! Your poems always touch the soul! I love the image also, but especially I love your new header it really speaks to my spirit! Thanks for your always embracing words Bobbie! Hugs and blessings!
Thank you, Wendell. I’m so glad you like it……. A recent visit to see my daddy left me wanting for a little more of home. If I touch your soul, my words become more than just words. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Your words lulls us out of dullness… cradled us from winter’s harshness… in short, it is much needed music to the ears 🙂
You are far too kind, my friend………and there, my blessing. Thank you. Ever with love, Bobbie
O Bobbie — I am reminded of the woman in the Gospels that Jesus defended against the riling crowd. “He who has no sin, let him cast the first stone”. Reading these beautiful words almost makes me want to weep. Love, Dee