Awakening in time I rose
No sound or soul knew of the hour.
In the expanse of an echo’s call
My heart, it woke and rose in enthrall.
Lifted by an unseen hand,
As if one gentle found me there
Lying small, curled up in alone
Like a child within her Father’s throne.
Interrupt the pulse that runs
Breathe in the one that hides from you.
Yield the woman-child to bind
All of life once more soaked through.
Indeed the hour brought night to day-
Carried, gifted, all Your way.
Sweetly offered, tepid tea
Bathed in the brew of life, like me.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Isaiah 10:27
And in that day his burden will depart from your shoulder, and his yoke from your neck; and the yoke will be broken because of the fat.”
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The aim of The BELOVED is to awaken Christian Unity, embolden Fellowship and inspire Hope. "Our hearts are confident because of God’s Love, encouraged by the joy of His Loving Presence, gathered together by the enduring power of His Spirit."
Linda's journey includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as my heart empties to the majesty of Seeing Jesus 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 non-profit Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations. Currently she is devoted to community, writing projects and Christian outreach.
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