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blessings, home, life, love, nature, seasons, seeing in the dark, truth, wilderness, words
lifetimes chiseled
a door between pines
was here
a heaven was left me
one time
closing my eyes
to evergreen dreams
washing my soul
in wonder
it seems
you remind me
of home
a place I belong
paths often tread
past beginning
words I have lost
to the wearing
of days
yet here
in the woods
they remain
. . .
A single track through ancient forests, love the good clay earth, from eons of leaf carpets returning to dust …
my favorite scents…………fresh cut grass, the forest after a rain, and soil recently turned……….. reminders yet of home we never left
It’s nice to have even the idea of that kind of haven to wander into for some quiet and peace. G’nite, Bobbie. …………………………………………………xo
…….I can’t imagine not having such a place. It is my refuge, as close as I can get to God this side of heaven