In the sweetness of brushes with air drifts that paint,
a lightness is catching the soft songs of saints.
Hush, oh so new, this is a virgin heart’s due,
Born in the dawn, in the silent moon’s hue.
Fragile the silence that draws back the veils.
It breathes in and out with mysterious wails.
Tipping all stance and former commands,
I bend at the door of His Glory and stand.
Soft comes the Light in its touch to embrace,
I am covered in wonder, in rapture and grace.
Like a seedling that breaks with all might through the ground,
I burst with a joy that at last, I am found.
© 2016 Linda Willows
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Linda's own walk includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as this heart empties to the wonders of Seeing Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive travels and grateful joy in her heart, she is usually caught in a smile. Willows was the Founder and Director of a Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations for more than 20 years and is a former professional Ballet Dancer.
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Thanks Linda – good one
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thank you…you understand this one!!!
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Hey! Linda this is beautiful and so are all the next and previous you’ve written.
Wow your poems just puts a smile on my face.
Oh my I’m stunned to know how just a simple worded, not so long but beautifully crafted words can make a difference. You’re making me love poems the more now!
You sure do have a way with words.
Yes I’m found in Him and Him, in me in a grace that’s so relentless.
Have a great day Linda. You the best! 😃
Much love,
George
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thank you, George..so pleased to share joy and overflowing Grace with you! Love, Linda
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