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there are places
untouched
by the passing of time
sorrows much deeper
than grief
a wanting for wisdom
would alter our fate
and take us to home
on wings of belief
to a life
beyond living
unremembered to sin
held as a breath
still blossoming there
shaded by seasons
restored us
from death
as memories held
to the heart
unaware
of colors
remaining
as dust off the fields
the taste of a name
on our tongue
is proof of another –
(sometimes to recall)
blooms on the path
from a dream
we become
. . .
tornadoday 
sometimes I know this place…
Beautiful as always Bobbie
Take Care…You Matter..
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maryrose
I know you do, Maryrose……….but that’s a blessed thing (I believe). On Monday, someone said to me, ‘I hope this week is easier than the last’…….. And I commented, ‘they’d all be easy if we didn’t love anyone or no one loved us’……….but why would we want that? Is the grief the cost for love? Surely, it is a payment well earned……… We cannot miss what we do not love. ❤ I love you………ever, still…
I have touched this place many times…but your words echo through a place of incredible depth. Thank you. You are divine.
There is a tenderness that only tears can tell of……….a depth where we swim alone, rising from the water filled with only love, a truth almost painful in its beauty. I thank God every single day for knowing that place…… ❤ Thank you, my beautiful Millie.
Places like this are the stuff of dreams. ~Always~
Me
…a crossroads on the way to getting on………… our heart a little lighter
❤ always xXx
eternally ❤