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of time
I’ve held my measure
moments
(o so fine)
lives
and lives before
I knew
(remember)
pages
of a color –
words
(my favored few)
all I hold
is holding (still)
another other
truth
come
as winter softens
by the light
(a softer glow)
for memories
to gather
(from the cold)
of roads
we thought (forever)
a coming back
enough
for a moment (touching
heaven)
time becoming
love
. . .
tornadoday 
Tender, wistful, and meaningful….., really peaceful thoughts, Bobbie. …………………xo
Thank you, Paul. I am grateful for the place where my words find you…
Each time we come back to the memories of love, another spring flows into a garden of color …
What I know to be true…. we are never beyond the reach of God, of grace, of forgiveness, of love…. But then, aren’t these all love.. ♥