In solitaire’s hours my heart beats to the still;
love wakes through all silence, it rises uphill…
meeting therein all fellows of love;
Your servants, my brethren; the family above.
Breaking through layers which shed shadows that cast,
all I would be or sleep through to the last.
Oh Holy, do deepen my promise so passed.
This moment alone in the temple of my soul-
with curtain drawn back in wait for Love’s whole;
it presses eternity into a day…
as I wait upon God, bowing low in doorway.
For after the hours of mortal hearts’ glow,
are glories of the Kingdom, even now ours to know,
You wind us, you bind us, through heaven’s rainbow.
Then fill me again, with all hours cleansed through,
That my heart is given and given anew.
Lord solitude wakes us to listen- find Grace.
It wraps us with You in such soft love’s embrace.
© 2016 Linda Willows