“Star shine, Soul’s brine”, a poem by Linda Willows

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I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in a sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.

© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows

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