Joy’s fullness comes in a soft cloud swelled sweep,
like a dawn of wonders drawn after a long sleep.
Dreams of yesteryear fly up in a mist,
replaced by miracles of sweet prayer kissed.
Now in the places that former held ash,
the yield comes from seed that knows Your deep Vast.
Oh to dwell in these moments with you, Lord – just this!
All your gifts in my heart heart fill with Mercy’s sweet bliss.
Would that I carried an oar to direct
my craft in your sea of earth’s tide to select
all that would bring this world to your Crown,
a bidding, all portions, an homage, Life Found.
© 2016 Linda Willows