The Dance
Turn me, move me. Dance through me once more.
I want to spin until my heart begins to pour.
Lift my arms as I move until I cry
And let the muse that carried me fly
Free my limbs and being into motion divine
Let the music, its maker, take all that is mine.
Release the dance that my memory keeps
It was all to me, a love held too deep.
Let it go, let it dance, turn around, feel this chance.
©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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I’m speechless… sooo nice… Thanx, Lady-Linda!
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Wonderful, Linda. I really love this poem of yours. These lines are just stunning:
“Lift my arms as I move until I cry
And let the muse that carried me fly”
xo
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