While gone thee now,
the heart knows not..
it beats
still daring
life its lot.
Landscapes
shifted overnight;
soft illusions
came for light.
Delicates
scraped and
scripted
note…
Love reduced
to sifted quote.
While gone thee now,
the heart knows not still..
it beats
life caring,
daring love spill.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Shari-sulistiawan
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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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“the heart knows not still… it beats” is so well said and well captured.
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Thank you, appreciate your thought and feeling, ..Linda
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Love the delicacy of your words today Linda. xx
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As you know Lesley, sometimes even in one word, a life, a cherished life of its own…love, Linda
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As always beautiful words!
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Thank you Antonio, Love to you, Linda
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As always Linda, such beauty in a few words. I’m so glad you are here. Lots of love!
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Thank you Dearest Yaz, I do feel the same. Love to you, Linda
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I love reading your works its always captivating.
Have a nice day Linda.
much love.
mei
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Thank you very much, Mei…love to you, Linda
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You captured a wonderful softness, and yearning in your poem, and you image accents it perfectly! I can feel the hunger for His presence! Beautifully written, dear Linda, Wendell.
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