Photograph by Serjio
Come softly as the breath falls low,
Sweetly in as with Love’s flow.
I wish no other now at last.
Three breaths I have.
Three breaths to the task.
One to leave as all I know,
The memories, paths, all left to go.
Forgotten moments still to breach
Many tremors left to tow.
Next to exhale as pure love
For all the beauty, the sweetness of
Each day, each moment that I knew,
That Lord, it was all, all completely You.
The last to Trace as lone Breath’s Grace
I catch the Wind as she leaves embrace.
This my own, my only one face
ever was true…in the days of this place.
Leave falling low
fall softly still
what find here is Hearts true will.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Susana Munoz
Published by Linda Willows
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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17 thoughts on “Come Softly ~a poem by Linda Willows”
Dear Linda – I am very touched by these verses. Deciding if it is seasonal or if I want to apply it to leaving the earth behind. 🙂 Either way, it is laced with love.
I am so in tune with you….let’s focus on the Love
Each breath on the wind which carries the voices, the breath of 1000 generations, even as yours and mine. I love how themes make their way through WordPress on different days. This morning on Make Believe Boutique In Blue talked about the wind and it’s whispers to us. Two nights ago when walking I looked up and in just that moment a breeze spoke through the high limbs of the trees.
yes, the wind comes softly to us and through us …. Beautiful Linda
The Wind, ancient symbol for the Breath of God, Spirit is surely never not with us….it is one of the mightiest images, and True Experiences in all Faiths, Spiritual Paths and Mystical Heart Memories. It is said…”closer than our breath…as with it we find the Life of God….”.
The inbreathing is the first moment we come into this world and the outbreathing the last …
softly —- yes more softness
this is what we all need to focus on sweet Linda
the softness of Love xx
Wonder ,who could never hold the wind???
except of you my dear Linda as you suceeded that, writing a so touching excellent Poem..
You are a GREAT POET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thank you dearest Persefoni, I cannot hold the wind, but I may “bear it”, “allow it”, and as Spirit would grant, be inspired by it that It’s Slightest Touch does deeply stir me….
thank you for your support, love, Linda
Sunshine for You 😉 xo
Softly He whispers to our souls in these falling leaves, Linda. A gorgeous “hush” of a poem!
Such deep and abiding spirit ~ treasured wind of the soul. The Lakota believe that the breath of the first man exists within all of us, carried from one to another ~ shared and breathed again and again, such that always we find a familiar place (a part of us held separate). I love this, Linda. God is breath within us again and again, as it was in the beginning. Only a poet can measure the silences between. Always, I am in awe of your understanding of love, light, and eternal life (started now). Breathe and become…….. 🙂 Love you always, Bobbie
Wind allows those who understand her to hold her a fraction longer … so that others might come to understand her glory and perfection. You understand, dear friend, and so are blessed to carry messages … which you share so beautifully. Thank you. ~ Much love, Julie xoxox
A lovely synergy between the beautiful words and the exquisite picture of nature.
Magical words, about the breath of God. which make the presence of God such a a pervading influence
Thank you Valerie…writing this one poem was an unusual experience for me, It felt literally written on Breath…my own breath slowed and labored as it was written as if in some “place in between”…It was soft, Godly…..
Very stunning images and such an amazing poem! Every breath of love alive in each verse was so very inspiring! Loved your poem Linda!