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grace, gravel roads, home, knowing, light, love, sacred intimacy, seeing in the dark
is the measure of grace
a verse without rhyme
a solitude born
of the staying
a path I remembered
would bring me to here
held by a breath
to your memory
a life before this
was love unaware
the weaving of dreams
into moments
one day
we sat in the still
at the edge of goodbye
sharing the truth
of how the stars shine
and where the wind goes
taking pieces of us
unafraid of the keeping
allowing for love
as heartbeats
aligned
to the passing of days
as birth unto light
a heaven intended
to look for us here
in the fold
of always –
a reason
we came
released in the letting –
as verse without
rhyme
. . .
The fourth stanza I absolutely ❤️❤️❤️❤️.
❤ Thank you, precious Julia.
you’re welcome 🙂
I vote for the first verse!
The beginning of the ending………the cycle that is breath…….. Thank you, Stephen. ❤
Not voting for any parts, Bobbie. I like the whole thing!!! ……xo
me
Thank you, Paul. As always, you flatter me………. xo
And what is always beautiful
is the treasure within that lies
whose radiance leaps to life
from the words your heart
provides…
Never ending is the rhapsody
daily painting smiles upon
a face, as we find a
moment spent embracing
your hearts words,, shall
never find itself erased
Thanks for the lasting beauties you always share Bobbie!!
Thank you, Wendell……..for the depths of your heart revealed in word, the glorious divine nature of your light. Thank you……… ❤
I am reminded of time I heard Dr Raymond Moody speak about NDEs and how it was impossible for those who had them to relate the experience in words. Every person agreed that time no longer mattered, and words being linear could not capture or describe all of what took place … A poem reflects ten thousand feelings from heart to heart. Perhaps poetry is the formula he was looking for …
As with most everything of importance, any attempt to define, only constrains. God, breath, touch, a whisper, the color of the sunrise in October, love……….