Where goes my soul, Love follows near;
It abides, resides and tremors endear…
bids the presence of one, one only tear.
Such aches do speak and tell of all-
the mystery and the wondrous calls.
Symphonies that sound beyond
the Angel’s realm with life unbound.
All Becomes in the chords of Love.
My Soul is freed. I breathe above.
Take me farther than Love could weep.
My Soul does burst upon Thy Keep.
©2015 Linda Willows republish/rework from 2012
Photograph by Goran Kalanj