All of Heaven reaches your branches,
all of the earth beside your depths,
I pray beside your deep green wonder,
like a child with a heart of new breaking thunder.
The grass beneath is warm and soft,
a nest to hold this wandering guest.
All tender souls reach to your bend,
and fold into the arms of God’s dear tend.
Oh, keep me near arms found and set free,
held close in your fold, wrapped in your mercy.
The substance of Love reaches out as foretold;
my heart is embraced in the grasp of a sweet hold.
Soft Heaven, God’s peace rests here tenderly.
I am sheltered, caressed, held by Love’s own decree,
a captive of – no other than Thee.
© 2011 Linda Willows republish 2017