On bended knee I find my own,
the way of simple ‘letting’ known.
Freed are all the burdens kept-
out they flew, oh out they leapt.
I bowed my head to let all dim,
The Love, came then, it poured; soared in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright.
Heart folded round firm in this might.
Wrap me round and hold me tight,
I never want to leave this site.
Oh let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.
I need to Love on bended knee;
’tis how I die, and live, and see.
The Glory All is farther than,
the Whole and heart of even me.
Life, its source, the beauty of-
comes free and lets from far above,
and when we bend our lives to Love
to live and die, to reach to see,
we arch in deep humility.
Touching portal veils that hold,
we embrace in love with God extolled.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemil Kamal