God seemed more vocal in my younger days –
more tangible, embodied and defined.
A sense of presence came in clearer ways –
it seemed that words were given, underlined.
The vision in my mind I knew as gift,
the words so wryly apt I felt God formed,
or gave the book that readied me to shift
my sights, my soul, to claim a world transformed.
Now though I still await the given word,
I trace it lightly on the page, not clear
what meaning quirks in what I thought I heard.
It swirls like steam drawn up to disappear;
yet insubstantial clouds can catch the light,
and draw the eyes that find the sun too bright.
Barb, poet priest 
Lovely. thank you so much and so exciting to visit you hear!
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Thanks again for all the help and encouragement. From Barb
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I have enjoyed maren’s re-postings and am glad to be of support. Even us retired folk need a reminder every once in a while….and I love the image
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Thanks for the support and the comment. Glad you liked the image – I’m not sure why it came out twice! I’m still a beginner at blogging! Regards from Barb Messner
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