Take one thousand years, the ones etched in all hearts
the longest forever’s, the keepsakes, life’s’ parts.
Then empty the chambers of all that pulls back
what hides and winds secrets of pain and love’s lack.
Lord, these are the hearts that most dearly need you
The broken, the suffering, lives lived deeply through.
My own just as all, pressed with trials darkly set
Taken, then lost, shaken from night’s epithet.
Oh Heart, carve a place for forgiveness to dwell.
Let the past fall to to Now in His Mercy’s groundswell.
May each come to bare in the innocence of
a sweetness that comforts with Limitless Love.
Thousand years to forever we all join the fore
Emboldened, entrusted to walk through God’s Door.
Bare me, Lord dare me; I would walk, I would do…
All in your namesake, Lord. Lead us to You.
© 2017, 2015 Linda Willows