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queen anne’s lace
is held in place
by eighteen miles of nothing
but promise
that I might be coming
home
before a prayer
can get me there –
too late for Sunday supper
an empty plate
and someone waits
the night
gazing out on dusty fields
as whispers to the dark
ten thousand
precious wishes
for a star
as feathers fall
to quiet –
an angel on the pond
blessings weight
the memory
of every love
I’ve known
. . .
Lovely
Thank you, dear one. I am thrilled to see you here.
That was so relaxing and wonderful 🙂
Thank you, Richard. From time to time, words wake me up…… This is one of those times. You bless me. ❤
You’re welcome 🙂
Ah! Exquisite
Thank you, my darling Millie. ❤
Sounds like some quiet back porch reverie…, and that’s always good for the soul. Liked it a lot, Bobbie. ~xo~
Me
Really good for the soul. I bought a barnwood sign not too long ago, and hung it outback. “What happens on the porch stays on the porch.” ❤
So soothingly beautiful…I can actually dance with the words that formed your thoughts here…it has been a while but I shall return next week to Georgia. Without my computer I feel so lost, so I have written many pieces, but still there is nothing that takes the place of words that are like a sweetly chosen wine! Beautiful Bobbie…talk to you soon. God bless you always, and thanks for the joy you bring to life within your precious words!
Thank you, my sweet Wendell. The last trip I made to your port, all the links were to external stuff (like your recordings)….but I shall return. I’m sure Georgia has missed you, as have I.