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I find myself out on the porch at 2 or 3 in the morning because, well, sleep is difficult.

This week for a few nights at that time I would hear a Bobcat, relatively close. Across the road in the Swale of a wooded area, maybe 100 yards.

Deep darkness and mostly silent except for some soft wind chimes. It's more of a short scream and kind of eerie.

The call, or scream would echo through the trees in the darkness. There was no return call from another.

It made me think of this time in my (our) lives.

Our hearts and souls are screeching out in the darkness, searching for a familiar response.

But it is no longer there. Just our memories.

It can be eerie, maybe a bit scary too. The screech of the heart into silent darkness.....still hoping for a reply.

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Comment by Nieta on April 17, 2016 at 1:51pm

I heard it was a beautiful weekend weather-wise, but I did not go out to see or enjoy it.  I wish I were always strong but sometimes I just want to lock myself away and wish the day away.  I will try to be stronger tomorrow.

Comment by Nieta on April 13, 2016 at 6:33pm

Thank you Hope.  God bless.

Comment by Hope on April 13, 2016 at 6:16pm
Nieta I so appreciate your thoughts. I too am broken without Ken who I thought I would have more time with. May you find peace in the days ahead.
Comment by Nieta on April 13, 2016 at 5:06pm

"Ignite the flame within my heart, let not the fire grow dim;

Grow old with me eternal love, through joyous times and grim."

I wrote those words and had the first line engraved on a watch I gave my husband as a wedding gift nearly 25 years ago.  The second line was written in the card that accompanied the gift. 

The torch I carry for my husband still burns brightly, but I never imagined he would not grow old enough with me and, thus, my heart and sleep are broken.

Elizabeth Barret Browning spoke from my heart when she wrote the words, "I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

Comment by Nieta on April 13, 2016 at 4:39pm

I also seem to wake up at 2ish, sometimes 3ish in the morning.  Broken sleep has become the norm for me.  Your poetic analogy sums things up very well.  

Thank you.

Comment by Sunnyone on April 11, 2016 at 8:10am

Oh yes! For me it's usually 4 in the morning but this post captures just what I feel. Thank you.

Comment by Hope on April 10, 2016 at 9:54am

Your thoughts are deep DavidB and I was touched and can relate to your feelings. Thank you

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