Motioned inside the ache of what breaks…
my limbs, they are stretched; called out to seek space.
finding the pathways so hidden with twists
all those that tangle and cause broken resists.
How deeply this pull does want in my arms,
they reach with far longing like the sky’s destitute,
tipping and touching with hands that sweep out
like wings former broken, now finding life’s route.
Pulse stirs within each breath that absolves,
unraveling, unwinding, uncurling pain’s cry
escorted within the quaking of mirth
comes glorious joy freed upon life’s rebirth.
© 2017 Linda Willows
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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 my heart empties to the wonders of Seeing Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive travels to more than 20 countries and work in regions of crises, she expresses a lifelong dedication to the Heart of what unites us - God's Love. Willows was the Founder and Director of a Humanitarian NGO for more than 20 years and is usually caught in a smile; life is filled with gratitude.
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