My heart lies between two sweet notes of rapport,
first elation that joys and motions the fore,
how it rises, it echoes, Lord deep from my core..
And yet I still grieve even in new frontiers;
with woundings that weep lost in life’s yesteryears-
Lord, praying forgiveness to blanket the tears.
Life’s branches once broken plead their rebend;
they live on in world other until Grace attends.
Holy heart, hush – I hear Love’s amend.
Gladness that joys in all moments of love
bind me in faith as all mends from above.
Glory the notes that call my heart home,
beyond years, time and tears,
they fill my Soul’s Roam.
© 2015 Linda Willows
Photo Credit to Photographer, Kemal Kemil
Linda – We wander this land, and each day offers a new freedom, yet the past can be a burden when we forget to lay it down, like autumn leaves, the blow away in the wind … Have you ever heard, or read Jim Finley? I listened to him speak with Tammy Simon of Sounds True, he is a remarkable teacher.
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sometimes the past comes to haunt the present, and laid down again and again, it is like a missed heartbeat that comes round each cycle….forgiven, laid down, blessed- yet worn like a scar from past that must be tended with grace and love only from God, put only on the shoulders of The Lord to release, again and again-not to be drawn back to stumble…I will look up the author you suggest! thank you friend! blessing…and joy!
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