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Longing

She lies on the mat In front of the door Where last she saw The one she loves best We all long for Love. Trust it. It always returns… In fact It never truly leaves.

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Dreams

Galloping through dreams, Meadows filled with memories . Epona Do you give your name to this story? Was Godiva on your back? Are we?

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Flights

The bird stood in the center of the two lane road, Taking flight As cars from both directions passed. Some sort of sacred dance had occurred … And somehow were all we’re blessed by it. . There are more directions … Continue reading

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Tuxedos

The tabby always wore a tuxedo A purrfect white Bib with matching gloves and spats Or mitts if you purrfurr She only purred and never spat At anyone. Seemingly aware that every day life is A special occasion, worthy of … Continue reading

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Curtains

I am fond of saying The light of Love (However you name the Divine) shines thru many windows, Our jobs are to open the drapes… But oh, We forget about the sheers! Sometimes we just need someone on the other … Continue reading

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Present Healing

I had dental work today… A wonderful thing Denied to many… Still, I was thankful for dear friends, Who did not require me to throw the ball, But simply sat with me. . That is truly, often, all we need … Continue reading

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Whispers

He pours Himself into my heart He purrs through my veins like the wind rustling the jasmine . The scent of Spring rises Gently whispering Of Love

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