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divine intimacy, faith, intention, life, love, moments, names, poetry, promise, purpose, sacred, stars, time, words
there’s a place
beyond the dreaming –
a distance
not so far
beyond the pond –
beyond the oldest star
a place
become of verses
scripted unto skin –
whispers with
permission
to begin
as gifted
names to carry –
an almost sacred breath
forever
binds this fragile heart
to death
tis truth
tho somewhat fleeting –
as the measure
of a sigh
– promise
without cause
to wonder why
. . .
Photo: Beechgrove TN, 2019
tornadoday 
To wonder why about a promise is to insult the gift of it. A beautiful lyrics written piece, Bobbie. ………🌷
I agree. In the defining, we make things far less than they are fated to be!
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