a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part very far,
from this Heart of Love’s reap,
not by distance nor star.
Find me in the shining of near Light above.
It hovers, yet reaches to embrace me in love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch and I fall into swoon.
Love finds me falling through celestial scroll
tendered with whispers and songs of extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed in the dawn with heart Holy in me.
©2012 Linda Willows, republished 2014, Linda Willows
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Your words caress my soul with their radiance. in a very lovely spiritual way!
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