Oh Soul, you surge, you arch in above
with a gentle passion’s reach to Love.
For Heavens’ quest is nearer than
the length of love in the Heart of Man.
Find me turning, lead me Out
The Glory called my name – Devout.
I hear the thunder of Joys’ rain,
Clouds part with wonder – Light to gain.
Oh Soul, do let the every part,
come forward, bow, and then depart.
Naked stillness forms the glove
of Godly Peace, surrendered to Love.
©2015 Linda Willows
John 14:27 –” “Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”