Unsure of where
How? I may always question,
But without a doubt
Bliss will succeed absolution
In planning
There is light,
A hand held,
A Moment never forgot,
With blessing, intimacy
Between two
A hopeful stop
Sustain is my plea,
Calm my heart
Bless tomorrow’s lead
As day falls to dark
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Great poem. Beautiful images😀👍
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Thank you so much!
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A prayer for the future. And so heartfelt.
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I felt it as a prayer, as well. And I did put my heart into it, my friend. Thank you ♡
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A Beautiful Prayer 🙂
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Thank you ever so, Poetess. ♡
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Thank YOU, my sister in verse!
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Hugs!
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Onward and upward. That’s the spirit. 🙂
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Yes, indeed, my friend 🙂
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The last stanza is a work of art, by itself. Beautiful photo and words, Audrey.
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I sit very close to this poem, Dan. I’m so appreciative of your encouragement. I know my writing has suffered as of late. Your words are too kind.
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I found this extremely uplifting and compelling ♡
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Thank you, Candice. I appreciate that.
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I like the line “Bless tomorrow’s lead. Reminds me of a new day and clean slate.
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Thank you, John. It is my plea we can all relate to the hopefulness of a new day.
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Yup washed clean
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♡
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