! An Offering Of Bliss To You

Your bliss is not my bliss
and yet perhaps
if I tell you my bliss
there may be a place
where we can meet
beyond words

My father
used to meet that small him
who was me
every afternoon from school
in the green park across from School
he had no job then,
it got him out of the house

One day
which lives in bliss
he had this tiny
black and white bundle
straining on a new brown leather leash
overjoyed to see me
though we'd never met

by Michael Shepherd

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How extremely fortunate I am to have known (unfortunately not personally) the multi-talented Michael Shepherd. How sincerely sorry I am to have learned of his passing. He will not pass this way again. Goodbye my friend. Jerry Hughes
where we can meet beyond words Rachel Ann Butler
What a beaut it is... your bliss! It evoked memories of past where my father used to flip whenever we brought the new stray dog home. Yes, we did meet at a place to share your bliss- see?
I share this bliss Michael as I too have experienced the same for the same reason, and will always remember that day.. Love to you Fay.
Dear Michael, Unconditional love rears its black and white head again. Bliss indeed. love always, Allie
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