Loved in the soaking
of His near Blessings spill,
Sight stunned to awe by the wonder’s gifts still.
Tears, they fall glistened, into heaven’s yoked fill.
Lord I am braced, bonded, vowed to Your will.
Soaring to reach bejeweled stars You design,
Universes sparkle with warmth and Love’s Sign.
The Deep painted with Lapis and gold rainbow skies,
Stretched all through Creation, like a parchment through time.
Pull me to the word, the One spoken from Your Name.
Find me in the beloveds reaching Home to re-claim.
Arching in the winding that ties us to the Vine..
Found in Joy’s soaking, we fall in to The Divine.
© Linda Willows 2016