Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in a hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from this Godly Roam.
Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live amongst such Almighty bliss.
©2013; republish 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Ludmilla NG