You say you love me,
But you don’t know me,
So how…?
The weight of this question,
Hangs oppressively,
Over my bones.
Why this brick wall,
Barricading my spirit?
And yet, I don’t even,
Really know me.
The more I live,
The deeper I go,
And the more I see.
Gathering small pebbles (of truth),
From this unknowable,
Free flowing Stream.
But God, You know and love me,
And so my heart is joyful, light and free,
As a butterfly taking it’s final flight home.
Infinity’s daughter,
Blessed by life’s endless discoveries.
Carried softly on the wind,
Of God’s love,
Accompanied by other,
Beautiful butterfly souls;
Our collective humanity.
(Because brick walls can’t fence butterflies in…)
-Gilda Patricia
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fence
Your poems are so full of love and hope. Bless you!
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Thank you Sailaja!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!!!
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I liked that it hung over your bones! Nice line!
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Thanks for stopping by and glad you liked!
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Not a problem! 🙂
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you!!
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You are welcome, I have nominated you for the Blogger Recognition Award,Hope you will accept it Gilda 😃
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Appreciate the warm gesture, thank you.
Will give it a thought!
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