Does the fragile bear the light
Carry with it threads that might
Stream above, beyond and between
That which oft is not easily seen?
Dwelling in and from, amidst…
It tells the tales that may be missed.
Fly right through a heart’s skipped beat,
It bears no semblance to defeat.
Delicate in ways of mind
Sometimes its wings are not to find.
Folded in the lap of thee
They wait. Oh Lord, they wait for me.
©2012 Linda Willows
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The aim of The BELOVED is to awaken Unity, embolden Fellowship and inspire Hope to all. "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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Excellent post. I really enjoyed reading it. You have a great blog here. Thanks for sharing. Have a great day!
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Thank you!
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Heavenly Linda Love …..
all the world of the unseen
is felt here xoxoxo
Cat
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thank you Cat, for being able to feel the Unseen in the writing. You sense every small thing. Love, ~Heart, Linda
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Love You Linda ……..
Thank You for everything You are xo
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So very exquisite…and the image is awesome…you always come back with one better than the last one! I loved it!
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I love searching for beautiful photos, it takes time but is worth it all for the joy it brings.
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Linda, there is a tenderness to this piece that I can’t quite describe. It whispers from your words, and the image is perfect for even there is the sigh of truth (beneath the wings of love). Truly, I am always in awe of your gifts. ~ Love, Bobbie
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So true your message — seems to say to me that there so much wonder and joy that we might miss if we aren’t open and aware — yet – as you say “they wait for me” (if we are) so all we have to do is allow and receive ~ stunning image and loved the poem dear Linda ~ much Love, RL
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your vision into the poem is beautiful, especially “through the lens” of open acceptance and awareness. Fragility is not a wonder that is weak, I see it rather as a refinement of focus in the Now that produces heightened sensitivity of an esoteric nature, the higher senses. The cup that holds wine for water is more delicate… ~my Heart to Yours, Linda
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Oh yes….who can tell how many of these threads we miss in a day…..I know it is so, because when I catch one, it is such a precious thing I treasure and hold onto as I have a glimpse of it. It lies in my hand winds its way through my heart, until eventually, a gust of wind blows it away, I suppose onto the next soul who may or may not glimpse of it’s beauty….and all I can do is stand and look up at it fly away, giving a silent thanks to the one who sent it….but I know as I go on about my journey, if I watch closely, another will come to touch me once again with it’s blessing…..
letting go is such a challenge of life, and a measure of the man/woman within….but alas, it builds character…..
Such a very beautiful poem, my lady….it inspired me deeply and made me think…..
I appreciate you so much….
love you sincerely,
Celeste
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thank you, Celeste for such beautiful and kind words of insight, understanding and appreciation. I am touched. My Heart to yours, Linda
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