Oh Soul, you surge, you arch in love
in gentle passion’s reach above…
For Heavens’ quest is nearer than
the length of Love, the Heart of Man.
Find me turning, find me Out
The Glory called, my name; Devout.
I hear the thunder of Joys’s rain,
Clouds part asunder, Light to gain.
Oh Soul, you let the every part,
come forward, bow and then depart.
Naked stillness forms the glove
of Godly Peace..given to Love.
©2015 Linda Willows
Photography by Hans Peters