For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #130
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Circles Within Circles
Even the drunkard is momentarily
lifted from stumbling stupor as world
shifts and the prophet is born.
Bound and silenced expectations
begin to slowly attach themselves
to awakening reality.
Thunder trumps pounding rain at edge
of sleepy awareness as hope blooms for all
that might be mended.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/13/13
Soul's Music 
In that case it can just keep on raining!
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Please not, Stan – we’d need too many arks and I haven’t seen much gopher wood lately.
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After a week of rain, you’ve made me think of all those rain from a different angle. Perhaps when it’s all done, the world will be mended? Thank goodness one can always hope!
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I would still be playing with the unicorns.
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Ah, thank goodness for the birth of the prophet who has the power to bring needed HOPE to the world! (And even to the drunkard.)
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Nicely done!
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I like the ending of hope for all that might be mended. Great job.
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Every time it rains, that is what I tell myself. There is healing in the rain. Lovely work, Elizabeth. A good Sunday to you, my friend.
Pamela
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Another small gem to enjoy! I love reading these !
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Some moments are like awakenings..they come unexpected..and briefly..you have captured that moment perfectly..
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beautifully wrought from this offering of words.
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“as hope blooms for all that might be mended” – that line alone gives ME hope! Beautiful.
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Your lovely poem found the light that eluded me with these words. Thank you!
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Wonderful writing! Love it!!
doggy tales
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Blooming hope. Plant it. You rock, my friend.
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