Words press upon page, oh too light to kiss,
Sweet motions set in; my heart moved to bliss.
Dancing between all the notes set free,
some, from ago – ones that wandered like me.
Hours blessed the days with whispers of prose
as I danced in gardens of winds laced with rose.
Oh, let me whisper, even sing in hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from this graced Godly roam.
See me and find me – at Your High Gate, I bow.
I am drawn to the heights of the Lord of the Vow.
Pardoned, entrusted, Your Beloved’s last roam.
I dance in enthrall hearing whispers of Home.
Words press upon page. This, oh, too Light to kiss,
Find each of us, all of us – Yours alone, in such bliss.
©2015 Linda Willows (2013)