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there was a time I knew
and a time that fell before
some scattered unfamiliar
in the midst of truth
some point when I lingered
stepped from darkness
into light
moved my bed much closer
to the window
gave my life to something
greater than
these pieces I’ve become
at last now fit together
were just waiting this
their moment
to make sense
pages without numbers
ribbons without red
numbers counted backwards
each death the same
awaiting an epiphany
a solitude revival
for the tent to raise
the choir to sing me home
. . .
this one as well as the previous ones have left me within a quiet thinking space
this is beautifully scripted and felt as if it was written within the stars
I like very much Bobbie…Thank you…
Take Care…You Matter…
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always….just me
I truly believe there are moments just before the day awakes, when the soul is barely stirred, and somehow, there are words for every thing ~ words that remember love even when we’ve forgotten how to speak. Thank you, Maryrose. Always, I hold you in my heart. I love you. ~ Bobbie
I do too, that is why I sit with coffee and watch the darkness right before the day wakes up…the whispers are delicate without chaos…
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Loved the verse. What jumped out at me are these lines:
“these pieces I’ve become
at last now fit together
were just waiting this
their moment
to make sense”
Would it mean that you now see an alignment between your thoughts, intentions and the goals you have set out for yourself? Or would this mean how situations occur for you, as you look out through your biases and prejudices, are aligned to how it actually is?
Shakti
Thank you so much, Shakti. I take great console in the graceful design of uncertain stars – knowing that a different path, a missed connection, a sudden storm – these simple things have the power to rewrite our story. Silence bears words we have not yet discovered how to speak.
And yet, we pour such hopes into that silence – into a divine plan – such that dreams might float across time and space, crossing boundaries, moments stretching to hold eternity. In that mystery, I find order in things I was never able to understand. Surely, we were never about boundaries kept in silence. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is heavenly and radiant – and we illumine worlds that have been awaiting us so long. To exactly how it is? To exactly how it was always meant to be. ~ Love, Bobbie
Would really like to talk with you about this one over a cup of coffee ! ~xo
Me
If my attempt at explanation to Shakti above is any indication, you’d need more than coffee. 🙂 Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
Irish coffee then… 🙂
There is something special in every stanza here Bobbie. You could spin out the world from each of them. This is very timely for me to read… just beautiful. x
Dearest Angela ~ such is all I need as assurance that this was the right thing to post at just the right time. 🙂 Blessings to you, my beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Poignant Bobbie, beautiful and timely. Thank you for you and your precious gift. Love always, Jane Xxx
Thank you for your beautiful soul, dear Jane………. Always, your light shines to my words. Ever my love goes with you. ~ Bobbie
simply reading the comments and responses is beautiful. a lovely piece each of us seem to be able to easily connect to. thank you.
Thank you, dearest Lisette. Your kindness is a blessing to these words. ~ Love, Bobbie