Three more poems written in the time frame. Was she being prophetic? We met in 1984, over 13 years later. I know “mysticly” is spelled wrong. I determined to keep it spelled as she did. It’s either evidence she wasn’t perfect, or perhaps it was intentional. No way to know for sure.
Perhaps (#25) © Brenda Whenever I dream, my thoughts reveal A free and graceful woman. Loved, A woman by God’s choice. Loved by my soulmate, Whole. Perhaps in another time. Perhaps in another place. January 28, 1971 The Essence (#26) © Brenda We are two people Separated by ties To spouses and children and life. Some people think it is wrong To love someone besides one’s spouse. But if God is love As we are told Where is the wrong in loving? January 29, 1971 The Windowpanes of Us (#27) © Brenda When I sense you there Standing close beside me The glory of me reaches out To the glory that is in you Even in a crowded room Where anyone might see You touch me with your warmth I respond instantly Soul meets soul, heedless Of those who just might see We touch each other mysticly And we touch eternity. January 29, 1971