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sweeter now
the ache forgiving
of moments past –
surround me here
an ancient quilt
of almost whispers –
words of living
folded near
page to page
as wish to wanting
lives beyond the ones
we live
songs forgotten
yield in singing
love resounds
in all we give
let with grace
these truths repeated
til prayer becomes
a place of rest
warmed by faith’s
eternal season
known by love –
as love
confessed
. . .
tornadoday 
So much truth in such beautiful words …
Thank you, my darling Salva………. ❤ Only poet can hear the chorus between breaths…….
C’est magnifique, mon cheri ! …..xo
me
❤
Love is always beautiful and exquisitely alive when they flow from the deep treasure well within your heart. Always an amazingly lovely moment when I embrace your words Bobbie!
Dearest Wendell, I am always blessed when you come to visit. You remind me of home, of the exquisite nature of blessings, the truth that keeps us one.