Pour through me with a sacred tone
Allow your words to find space to roam
Throughout all my dreams of what you may be
Leave no censor nor bind that may blind me to see.
All, thou art All, in each blade and sunbeam
The flow of thy wonder fathoms beyond all dreams.
I feel your presence in the morning dew,
in each flower, the hills and in the endless blue.
Let me take leave of my senses if they impede the way
Let go of all that blinds sight of your true world on this day.
Pour, Godly good – my heart’s cup longs so for thee.
Bring me to you, Lord let free the mystery.
©2012 Linda Willows