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Soul To Soul

SOUL TO SOUL (Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.) SOUL TO SOUL *** The early morning call. A sand dollar skitters in before its rushing wave. A message bringing within a mosaic of tears, long to explore. The sand dollar rolling ahead of a white-foaming wave. Memory catapults her presence again beside me. The sand dolllar pauses on some wet sand and slowly gives the sky a twirl. Hers was an enfolding heart that Gave and Knew. The sand dollar, yet to tip, receives the brightness of the sun. Hers was the company of light, soul to soul. The sand dollar at last rests, beyond any waves pulling it back. The everywhere she went, already misses her. The sand dollar, not thrilled by blank, blue sky, Is joyous to see tiny fingers taking hold of its circling side, blocking the sun with such a blessed giggling heart. —————————————————————————— (c) sally young Eslinger 2/5/22 Glory to God

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Date: 7/30/2022 6:44:00 AM
such insight....breath taking in its scope
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Date: 2/27/2022 6:44:00 AM
Wow Your work for me cannot simply be digested in merely one take Sally. It's content is next level or higher grade . Very good Indeed Mam
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Date: 2/14/2022 10:13:00 AM
Sally, This poem is beautifully composed as the sand dollar’s journey is a metaphor for this special soul. It comes full circle as the little one has such joy in finding it. Your tribute to her is amazing and absolutely beautiful. I am Faving this wonderful, wonderful poem! Blessings xxoo
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Date: 2/7/2022 10:51:00 AM
Quite a tribute: "The sand dollar, not thrilled by blank, blue sky, Is joyous to see tiny fingers taking hold of its circling side, blocking the sun with such a blessed giggling heart." Beautiful writing!
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 2/11/2022 8:40:00 AM
Hi, Joe! A blessed day to you! I think of music whoever I see you here: -). So glad this poem touched you. Thank you for your comment!
Date: 2/6/2022 4:54:00 PM
Tumbleweeds are not as cute as Dandollsrs ... I get that image of me vement, natural, mysterious ... 1992, memory of Mother Stone. Glad she is beside you, even a muse? Shalom shalom, & thanX for your visit
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 2/11/2022 8:47:00 AM
Nail, thank you for coming by and commenting so personally. Mother Stone was one of our Assistant Anglican priests. When we moved here with our adopted sons, she helped welcome us. No, not a muse. The clear memory of here welcoming inspired this poem on her death last week. Hugs, Shalom!
Date: 2/6/2022 10:24:00 AM
A rather quaint and charming piece that greets a Hawaiian pitter-patter morning, Sally, seemingly, both your writ and weather agree too much sun means too much fun, but a splash of freshness entertains as your sand dollar's experienced, my friend, Aloha, aka William
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 2/11/2022 8:51:00 AM
Hi, William, nice getting to know you! Thank you for your words of comment. Very nice! Aloha! sally

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