Longing for your presence,
The wind, stoic, yet
Calming, guards
While I look above me tonight.
A waterfall cascading, offers
A mysterious companionship
from just beyond my sight,
As I consider which luminous star
Was created for me.
Silly girl,
could there really be
One solely shining?
This
My evening plea.
If I wrote from my most
Vulnerable place,
Could you hear?
And would you listen
As who I am, even who
I will one day be,
Became the light
You’re so desperately
Craving.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This is gorgeous
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Thank you..I like knowing you read me, Mr. Cake. To be seen leaves me at my most vunerable…which I adore.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Ms. H
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Thank you Audrey.
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Hope you’re doing well this Saturday morning.
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Doing great! Hope you are too! Have a wonderful Saturday.
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I am ♡ Enjoy the day!
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It is so beautiful here today Audrey, a perfect day for biking. There are so many out there today. It’s cool and a the sky is without a cloud! I will not be going out as my son is coming in later on.
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I’ve seen many this weekend. Maybe you’ll get out there soon.
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YES!! Well done, my friend!
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Yay! Thank you, Debbie ♡
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I believe you are always writing from your most vulnerable place
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Indeed, I am, but as with all great writers/poets there is still a layer we’ve yet to share. I’d open to you after a half a glass of gin and tonic, you know. Smiles
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Of Stoic heart, yet bleeding light
And I hear
Beyond muse this night
Flames of red, burn this past
And I see
Beyond this worldly cast
A soft beacon, In the night
And I feel
Your soft burning light
Stoic.
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Of soft light,
I lead. For all
The world to see,
With hopes that stoic and steel
Might find peace near me
And may my encouraging tone
Finally bring you home
And settle a heart left
To grieve
You honor me, Stoic.
Thank you ❤
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“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see where to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.”
The lyrics from “The Star” were first published with the tune in The Singing Master: First Class Tune Book in 1838. – Wikipedia.
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Ben, are you singing for me this morning? Lovely of you to share the lyrics of such a sweet timeless song. I’ve not read these words and somehow they truly inspire. Thank you! So tenderly poetic…I adore those words that end in ly. *whole crowd groans*
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It seemed a fitting reply to your piece.
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It is and I appreciate every effort you provide here. Have a nice weekend, Ben.
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You and yours too. 🙂
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♡
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The answer is yes – because you are so sincere – and because you deserve. Sending love and support to you.
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More than anything, Shari, I love knowing you believe in my sincerity. I cherish you. ♡
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