Many waters, drip down
into the bones
those lone dark roads
contentions breaking strange-friends
I say hello/ you say welcome
a paradox of good and evil
choosing roads less traveled/
wasn’t as hard as it seems/ God, can you hear me?
not knowing has played her part
harder still/ knowing,
in between the moments there sleeps
a tender silence, awakened by the floods
mimicking footsteps
echoing for the path
to become…~kindness sis. Krissy
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"kindness is healing, writer & poet of sorts, "
A Poet's Vision 
“…harder still/ knowing” !!! Truth.
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truth, thank you Ruth 😊
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😊💖😍
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I love the line “between the moments there sleeps “A tender silence”…
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ah ~💖😊
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So often in your poetry I encounter a phrase or verse that I think, “Wow! I wish I had written that!” This time it was “in between the moments there sleeps a tender silence.”
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aw, thank you Lori, I’ve said often said this about your writings esp. that one piece about “spit holding the world together” that was timeless -stays with me. ( I appreciate your kindness 😊💖
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Well written and presentable. God bless you!
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thank you kindly, many blessings 😊
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You’re welcome
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Lovely!
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