Silent O the morning
in light’s beautified slant
Each tree branch held bended
felled wanting
cupped sweet.
Leaves groomed as green lace
display sky and God’s breeze;
whispering prayers scent
Love’s aroma advent.
Surely for God,
only His, this for all.
Life swept aside
in the grandeur of the hours.
Silent hearts heightened
Holy reaching, towers to us
in the slant of light’s glimmer,
we are hallowed, we are tilled
at Glory’s day’s break, we are tended,
we are stilled.
Lend Holy song’s blush
In the grace of shade tree
Love reaches, falls softly
Upon prayer’s bended knee.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Psalm 17:6
I am praying to you because I know you will answer, O God. Bend down and listen as I pray.
Psalm 116
I love the Lord because he hears my prayers and answers them. 2 Because he bends down and listens, I will pray as long as I breathe!
