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belonging, blessings, choirs, Christ, christmas, journey, joys, love, praise, redemption, sacred intimacy, savior, the price for me
what of words
one blessing fails –
a choir can hardly sing
to tell of grace
in all I’ve known –
a loving solstice
brings
as voices blend
in whispering –
the ransom of my will
to a season saved for mary
candles reaching –
higher still
red and virgin
blossoms bleed
beneath an old and crooked tree
verses of ten thousand psalms
– professing love
for me
I wonder
though not so often
how sweetly the path was grown
another way
from all I dreamed –
returns my soul
to home
. . .
So very beautiful and meaningful Bobbi! Love it…God bless!
In a moment lives all those years …
in a breath, every breath we held ❤
10,000 years
Moments of discovery….. 🎄……xo
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Hello maate nice post