The sister whispers now
from veils of distance, come near
and a moment exists
outside of time and place.
So welcome this loved stranger
bringing common time to touch
making the invisible felt and seen.
There is peace in the unspoken words
joy in the silence, and
things known flow as if
the air between.
Wise sister on my shoulder now
stay with me, keep your low tone
winds to fill the slack seasons,
make signs over troubled seas;
reflect your face in a cloud,
and repeat it in a bucket
filled by raindrops.
Whisper sweet sister
of the home in the heart,
and the heart we share.
In a list
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Comments
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Very beautiful and emotional. This kind of saudade is one of the saddest we can have, yet we do cherish the feelings we keep inside, left by loved ones.
Very comforting lines
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Ah, this is so sad and so beautiful...it is touching and soulful.
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‘Tis there and,
yet a distant touch away— this whisper near yet far; like need unreached, while near feeling her touch. Profound feelings of knowing and experiencing in this write; each word- a touch to reader’s heart. Sharing becomes longing— a yearning; holiness in 'vice versa' sharing- the one never without the other. Sensitive respect achieves 'sharing', like holding brittle snowflake. Brilliant. Blessings. Frans
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a soft whisper for the hollow heart to be filled again....beautifully expressed, PK
~ Nicolette
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