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becoming, cherokee, connection, faith, forgiveness, grace, life, love, nature, old maps, prophecies, reason, restless, seasons, spirit, theology, truth, understanding, wandering
of the truths
forgotten there ~
and words were never ours
when sought again
the need to understand
the mystery
of magnitude ~
the first
was last
to ever
and chapters fell
as flutters to the floor
a name or two
we trusted more
for keeping real our stories ~
when gave us all we’d need
for getting on
traded down the line
for love ~
spoke when none
would listen
and set the rights
of solitude to stone
red to grey
these lacey lines ~
trials and trails
and treasure
grace surrendered more
by shifting light
babies cry
while mothers pray
tomorrow will be better
when comes the son
another savior one
leave us not
with these to keep
show in us your presence ~
find us near
as prophecies revealed
in books our charge
foretelling ~
were not as pages sewn
but word becoming
more than word ~
when written
to the soul
….
I realize I am at times too open, and too free and too (too)…. I am quick to disregard love with ten thousand rules as being love at all. I love too much and too deeply and, yes, that means that there are times when I step on toes without meaning to. I sometimes forget that not everyone is the same ~ and certainly most do not see things (especially love) as I do.
Take me down
tornadoday 