For years I could trace the course of our alliance.But no longer.We’ve gone off the page.I don’t feel abandonedbut trailed, like those oldcop movies where the one carfollows, trying to be unassuming.But I know you’re there.I catch your well-pleasedshadow whispering don’t be afraid.
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Jane Spriggson December 11, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Sometimes your poetry takes my breath away with it’s sense of rightness….this is one of those days. Thank you!
Ah, yes, I can feel Him when I’ve gone off the path He has set for me. I know he is patiently awaiting my return, ensuring my safety until I place my feet on the path of the same page again.
Sometimes your poetry takes my breath away with it’s sense of rightness….this is one of those days. Thank you!
what Jane said…
this is just “right”
Beautiful… it captures my smile and a sigh for the beauty of it.
Just when I thought I had to do the following….what a relief!
Ah, yes, I can feel Him when I’ve gone off the path He has set for me. I know he is patiently awaiting my return, ensuring my safety until I place my feet on the path of the same page again.
Ahhh….so that’s what happened those years ago. Now I see, and I will not be afraid.
NOT abandoned, but trailed. YES. Thank you.
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