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Heart’s Song

{words that were heard, singing inside her heart:}

He called!!!  Well, no, actually:  he wrote.  He wrote!!!

Each word drips
like a bead of fresh moistness:
the dew on early lawns,
the rejuvenating force of Spring Rains
into my heart, and thence
to all other parts of my being.

Does he know how much joy he
brings into my life, merely by
sharing with me
glimpses of his innermost essence?

With me.

His innermost essence.

In personal correspondence.

Author notes

4/24/09
A freewrite that is likely to stand as is with only minimal (e.g., grammar, a word choice here or there) editing.

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  • just mercedes gold member
    April 24
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    This sings joy - I would leave it in all its freshness, as is.


  • a59teeth
    April 24

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    wonderfully said

    i like that you've shown your appreciation for sharing and being shared with. what is better than open, honest correspondence?? not much!!

    i really loved the first three lines most. that is such a wonderful picture of the blessing that one's words can bring us. that phrase, 'the dew on early lawns'...is exciting in itself!!

    well said and felt!