This morning I opened to Psalm 23 after praying. I smiled with tears of joy, comfort and gratitude.
My Heart Tipped to Fore
When falls the glisten of tears in night mists,
They rise to the gaze at My Shepherd’s near gift.
All gathers, all reaches; from heart tipped to fore
I feel His presence, the connect of Adore.
Gently, now softly- I open unbound,
Coddled in the womb of sweetened Grace found.
Roots and twines from the past are freed.
My Shepherd, Abba, you are Love’s intercede.
Gather to reach, all hearts tipped to fore,
Our Shepherd approaches, we bow with Adore.
There is nought we could do to limit Love’s Pour.
© 2017 Linda Willows
photograph by Glazinov Nikolay
Psalm 23
The Lord Is My Shepherd
1 A Psalm of David. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.
3 He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell
6 in the house of the Lord forever.
