My Lord’s Holy Pew
Holy moment quaked and my heartbeat was new.
His Hand drew expanse of the view left to right.
My journey revealed in broad scoping hue.
Seeing in This Light was almost too bright.
My arms rose high and swept into praise,
fingertips quivered with joy’s quickening blaze.
Kneeling, I wept, spirit-filled and soaked through.
Entwining, heart climbing, dissolved into love…
there I was praising, at my Lord’s Holy pew.
© 2018 Linda Willows