Tags
becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, family, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wisdom
once was
a man
I never did know
my daddy
before
he fell into love
whiskey
and fifty two cards
more than most
a heart split apart
by the last
get me back
to a place
not for keeping
returned me
to find
forever had never
been lost
all that was mattered
to the ways
I had come
without need
for a map
or a star
wished upon
. . .
tornadoday 
I love the soulfulness found in your words…they come to life easily within my mind!
In reading your comment, I thought to yesterday afternoon. I was driving down an old gravel road when a song came on the radio – “Gentle on My Mind” by Glen Campbell. I worried for a moment that perhaps there was bad news to follow, but instead, only the warmth of the words………..an understanding of life and love deeper than we have learned yet how to tell. Thank you!
So lovely!!
Thank you for the blessing that is your kindness, my friend. ❤
“Country roads take me back
to the place I belong…….”
Neither whiskey nor cards, but a poor 60 acres of bottom land along a river. I never knew him to love anything else…
…….xo
me
A truth deeper than bones, home beyond the makings of a map………….
“I had come without need for a map or a star wished upon”
Such a confession :))
O, Mira Jay……….I have missed you. Even the stars shine brighter when you’re here. Thank you for the gift that is you. xo ❤