Watching Glory take the sun after another day done,
I sink into rocking chair swaying deeply to horizon.
The sky waves to shades of rose, blue and purple hue
like the palette of God marking all with adieu.
I gaze to the hills as a hush beckons twilight,
worlds of soft mystery tiptoe towards the night.
Lavender shadows awaken sweet senses alive.
Reborn in night breezes, my heart rests revived.
Rocking to and fro, in my viewing porch chair;
I sway bewildered, lost and found again there.
©2012 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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Lovely words, dear friend. I was sitting right there in the porch chair seeing this beautiful view right with you … feeling your words, and loving the peace they brought me. ~ Love, Julie xox
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thank you Julie, God’s porch, God’s sweet chair but the view we all belong to….Love ever, Linda
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nicely done, LInda
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Thank you, Dean. I appreciate your words very much, Linda
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Your words are so beautiful, Linda, and as Julie said, I felt I was right there with you, so tangible and inviting is your view~xo
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Linda, this is beyond words!! I, too, was there on the porch–I swear I could feel and smell the air. So, so beautiful–great work.
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Lovely words, and I especially like those last two lines!
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I have often felt this way, gently swaying in my porch swing facing the west and the sunset and then dusk, then mists sometimes! I disappear and reappear to myself, as the Spirit floats me around at will!
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how wonderful granbee, isn’t it the most special moment. I would love to sit on the porch with you and sway, sway, sway! Love you, Linda
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Wow, I justed found myself there with you and lost in the moment, too….We live in a beautiful country area, and ever since we moved here last year, I have been deeply touched and inspired….such breathtaking beauty and reverent awe all around….I am always outside for a while at night, lost in the shadows and sky….loved the poem, I share the same love and intimacy with nature….thank you….
much love
Celeste
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It is a special time. It can be lost like a shadow or felt as a revival of life turning its mysteries into sacred hush. Love to you, Celeste
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