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Friday, September 2, 2016. SOMEONE IS CALLING MY NAME. 8220;just now goldsandaled Dawn”. Has someone called me? My breathing gives me a clue. I feel at my center, a presence there. Silent – dark – unknowable. Its mystery touches me. I am immersed in darkness, light. They mingle, weave the quilt of my life’s journey. I listen to the mystery, feel that. Someone has called my name. In the many currents, undertows of my life. I was not forgotten, someone called me. I feel, remember how I stumbled in my years.

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Friday, September 2, 2016. SOMEONE IS CALLING MY NAME. 8220;just now goldsandaled Dawn”. Has someone called me? My breathing gives me a clue. I feel at my center, a presence there. Silent – dark – unknowable. Its mystery touches me. I am immersed in darkness, light. They mingle, weave the quilt of my life’s journey. I listen to the mystery, feel that. Someone has called my name. In the many currents, undertows of my life. I was not forgotten, someone called me. I feel, remember how I stumbled in my years.

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Bob Trabold's Poem: December 2014

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Monday, December 1, 2014. END OF THE YEAR. END OF THE YEAR. Quiet day – no people – beach. Empty Full sunshine but stiff. Breeze. Colder air coming tonight. Seashore – yellow –brown. Dunes going to sleep – green. Will return in the springtime. Sky is vast – blue for now. Clouds went away. Air clean. Can see far to the ocean. Ocean deep blue – rough. Sea waves in the distance. November – end of the year. Like the waves of the sea. Time marches on – fast. Where will it all end? Vast – mysterious.

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Bob Trabold's Poem: EASTER SEASON 2015

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Friday, April 3, 2015. Quiet spring –Sunday morning. Sleepy neighborhood rests in peace. Northern air blew away night’s fog. Leaving behind clean crisp air. Sky is so blue – rare for New York City. Not even Michelangelo could paint it. Breeze wraps around me. Freshness waking me up. Silence pervades all – like a. Cat walking on lush green grass. I too feel silence – covers. Soft as lush freshly cut grass. Feel a pain of longing – divine. Silence is kissing me. Silence of my Beloved – Silence of God!

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Bob Trabold's Poem: August 2014

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Saturday, August 30, 2014. Sounds of waves crashing on shore. Fills whole landscape – hear it coming. From distance. Lovely day not too. Cool despite sharp off shore breeze. I sit on a bench – my eyes scan. Seashore. Dark –bright colors. Alternate as sun travels through clouds. Sunshine brightens sand – glimmers. Around me – in the distance. Bright borders to blue ocean. Dark sea full of mystery! I sit on a Jones Beach bench. Dedicated to Pasquale Siccurella. Passed away 2013. Wonder if he comes. Drive m...

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Bob Trabold's Poem: Healing and Meditation

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Sunday, March 1, 2015. LET THE WAVES WASH OVER ME. In the distance, I hear noise. Waves crashing onto the surf. They are constant - unending. Sand is washed - washed. So white - clean! I want waves to wash over me. I too need washing – healing. Past memories of the hard times in my life. Suffering – abandonment – treason. I sit at shore - let waves. Let them wash away - heal memories. Images – faces – voices. As the water recedes, sand is at peace. I need same peace – rebirth – cleanliness! A more direct...

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Bob Trabold's Poem: May 2014

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Friday, May 16, 2014. Mary's Time - Springtime. OUR LADY OF FIFTH AVENUE. One does not have to travel far. Make a pilgrimage to Lourdes – Fatima. Right here in the heart of Manhattan. Stately statue Mary – child. Aura of holiness – sacred. Mary – child gaze into mystery. Darkness of face, figures, clothing. Statue exudes deep silence. Reaching into silence of God. Leading us to walk into eternity. Into dark mystery of God. Mary – child. Take us by the hand. In utter blackness – mystery. That come - go.

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