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another life, dreams, life, love, memory, reality, spirit home, surrender, truth, words
some nights
I ache the absence
of words between these walls
I walk a broken floor
til daylight comes
surrendered to the notion
love won’t be defined
by lives I lived
dreams –
where I have gone
not one will know
of places –
another time
you called me home
so far from this remembrance
and all I’ve ever known
is pressed between the fading light
and when I close my eyes
I find you but
can’t speak of you
sometimes
. . .
tornadoday 
The blessing of your kind
spirit fills my heart with joy
the brightness of your
smile I daily seek to enjoy
As the moments where i
grow stronger I touch
the life in your words
Knowing nothing could
be better…
Then to feel the blessing
Which comes alive as the
Magic of you wonderful words
Dance together…in our lives.
Know your words are always
A beautiful and lovely blessing.
Wendell
Dearest Wendell, you always honor me with your kindness, your words, and your presence. Thank you. I hope you are well. I assume you’re still in Atlanta, but with these crazy times, I can only hope you are safe, regardless of where you sleep.
I am blessed, we got our shot for that covid. That poem was the first in a while, I think
spiritually I was drained, a lot of friends and family have passed on! I saw your poem and it lifted me, and when the spirit in your words. I felt the embrace of their beauty and I was moved to begin to write again!. I am still in Woodstock Ga.With my wife and daughter, who finally was hired with a job in cyber-security! love you, my sister! May God continue to bless your selfless and wonderful heart!
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
when the north wind takes the breath away, and words hang frozen in mid air …
…words once whispered to the wind are carried far beyond the edge of our living ❤