
Petals I am, folded in delicate stray
one leads in while the other leads away.
Mission seems prompted by some inner guide told.
I may not touch the design deemed to unfold.
Petals I am fallen once offered in their day
revealed in humble glory with all to tell, all to say.
Then temporal beauty falls far from the core,
Lost as a sparkle of dust that remains on the floor.
Petal past, how you drew me to fate’s door.
My soul surrenders death as it sheds once more.
© 2011 Linda Willows
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The aim of The BELOVED is to awaken Christian Unity, embolden Fellowship and inspire Hope. "Our hearts are confident because of God’s Love, encouraged by the joy of His Loving Presence, gathered together by the enduring power of His Spirit."
Linda's journey includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as my heart empties to the majesty of Seeing Jesus Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive travels to more than 20 countries and work in regions of crises, she expresses a lifelong dedication to the Heart of what unites us - God's Love. Willows was the Founder and Director of a non-profit Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations. Currently she is devoted to community, writing projects and Christian outreach.
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sometimes, I do feel like a petal, too… 🙂
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your poetry is so pretty
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thank you, I appreciate your comment very much!
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Awe your so so welcome
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