When I give my hand
it opens to you,
with palm cupping forward
and love leading through.
Etched in clay stirrings
with all of life’s due,
carved into bowls of
my hearts upturned view.
When love pours in season
from old and new reap,
we need no new reason
to linger nor weep.
Cup the love’s joy
and take the hand’s gift.
Here is the palm
that sends love as life’s lift.
When all give their hands
they join, they blend
a season comes forward
We harvest Love’s mend.
© Linda Willows 2017
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"We can be Hearts running, towards Love's beautify. Pray us encouraged, enthroned by God’s cry".
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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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