On bended knee, I find my own,
the way of simple ‘letting’ known.
Freed are all the burdens kept
out they fly, oh out they leaped.
I bowed my head to let all dim,
The Love, came then, it soared; poured in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright.
Heart folded round firm in such might.
Wrap me round and hold me tight,
I never want to leave this site.
Oh let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.
I need to Love on bended knee;
T’is how I die, I live, I see.
The glory All is farther than,
the Whole and heart of even me.
Life, its source, the beauty of…
comes free, but ‘Let’ from far above,
and when we bend our lives to Love
to live and die, to reach to see….
we arch in deep humility.
Touching portal veils that hold,
embrace of sacred love extolled.
©2017 Linda Willows; republish, ©original, Linda Willows 2012
Photograph by Kemil Kamal, his collection unique, expressive; gratitude for use of this wondrous art.