“Empty Shoe”
What falls with these old and sharply torn tears
dares the unknown with all former lost years;
splintered, hidden, they swept into dream fears
Seems that no one but she, heard the cries, secrets, lies;
All gutted right through like someone’s old empty shoe;
A forsaken, split heart etched with Shadow Times dues.
Hidden years keep memory caves deep so well
Sighs recede, feelings lost find places to dwell.
Would some ever wish to express a farewell,
Tis within these dark walls that sole member may dwell.
No homes, no people, or vacant scars depart.
All falls back into slumber till the new one may start.
©2012 Linda Willows
(Photo: Richard Fennel)
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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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A very awesome poem Linda, its truly beautiful and the last stanza really touched me! I also wanted you to know that i nominated you tonight for The Reader Appreciation Award. You are always visiting my site and so many others leaving your blessings and a piece of your love everywhere! You make me smile everyday…thanks Linda and congratulations on the award…you deserve it!
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Thank you, Wendell, I am honored and appreciative of your comment as well as your nomination. I feel your love and goodwill as a palpable presence so welcome and loved! Linda
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Just thinking boutcha~ Love your “Art” and creative craft~
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Many thanks, satprem. I appreciate that you understand that I am playing notes in a “range” to hear the sounds….Linda
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Linda, this is such a sad and heart-rending poem, and it resonates deeply with me – and yet, I also sense a feeling of hope in the ending … it is possible to overcome … ~ Much love, Julie xoxox
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I wish that we could talk, Julie..May I?I would call you, Love Linda
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Linda, please email me and I will send you my phone number – my phone plan only covers Canada, so I’m unable to phone you …. cvigna555@mail.com xoxox
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GOOD!
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