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That Which Is Sacred

Updated on July 12, 2012
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Long have i desired
to leave my footprint in the sand,
an imprint that's eternal,
yes, in essence leave my brand.

It was a dream i cherished,
born in early youth,
to share that which is sacred...
my thoughts, my heart, my truth.

One day, that dream was murdered
by some brutal, brandied words
that chased away my dreams
as if they were but startled birds.

Where those birds once nested,
echoed, now, a sad refrain
for I thought those birds slaughtered,
to never visit me, again.

It seemed a long eternity
that sorrow burned within.
I had not the slightest inkling
the breadth or girth of my young sin.

Then one day a miracle
unexpectedly appeared...
on the threshold of my heart
a tiny sparrow reappeared.

My voice returned with relish
as the sparrows built their nest
and with them came the power
to pursue my sacred quest.

Long have i desired
to leave my footprint in the sand,
an imprint that's eternal,
Yes, in essence leave my brand.

It is a dream come true, now,
born in days of early youth,
for I now share the sacred...
my thoughts, my heart, my truth.

"Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved."

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      tnderhrt23 6 years ago

      Ruby, thank you, I so hope you are right! And I thank you for coming to my hub and leaving such encouraging feedback!

      Marina, I am so very grateful that the sparrows returned, and grateful, too for you, and your comments!

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      Marina Lester 6 years ago

      Very beautiful tnderhrt, thank God it comes back... Thank you for this write, there is always so much beauty and grace in your work. :)

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      dianeaugust 6 years ago from Tennessee

      tnderhrt23--you are right when you say, "the gifts we are never just for us . . .never." You are God's messenger with words--just like his angels are messenger to us. Maybe you are a poet angel! I bet you are! :-) Your kind words here about writing and what it is and how we should honor it make me know all the more why I keep coming back here to your word place! Take care da

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I'm so glad you have that gift, how many hearts are blessed by your words, only God knows. Thank you.

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      tnderhrt23 6 years ago

      dianeaugust, I will be honest with you. I read your hub about Four and Twenty Blackbirds, and was so awed. You are an inspiration to me! And I am speechless in the face of your comment. Without getting into a religious debate, it is as if God's own words flow through my pen as a message for me personally, and a message I am to share. And it is an honor to share those with you, for i truly believe it is what i am called to do. I think all who have the gift of writing have that responsibility...The gifts we are given are never just for us...never. That is my belief, anyways. Thanks for being who you are and reaching out to me!

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      dianeaugust 6 years ago from Tennessee

      tnderhrt23--I feel just the same as the message in this poem. I may have to print this out and keep it in my journal. It reminds me we can return to the sacred, our thoughts, our truths, our hearts. The beauty of this brings tears to my eyes--in a sweet, good tear way. Thank you for your gift.

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      tnderhrt23 6 years ago

      PA, Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. Your comments are always so uplifting and encouraging. I love the references you leave of classic greats...I just appreciate you, my friend!

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      Pixel-Alchemist 6 years ago from Waitakere Auckland : New Zealand

      what a beautiful verse, and how try it is, dreams of youth can be broken, yet they don't always remain that way.

      this verse reminds me of a Quote by L.M.Alcott

      Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations.

      I may not see them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

      Yet another of your very beautiful verse's Tender heart thanks for sharing

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      tnderhrt23 6 years ago

      Thank you, Rhonda!

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      Rhonda Musch 6 years ago from The Emerald Coast

      Very beautiful indeed.