All held dear may bend with ache,
Inside out, the fragments break.
Breathing halts to form a pause,
the unseen is birthing a Holy cause.
How this moment does forsake
All heart possessions in it’s quake.
Yet here it lifts Love’s Body of,
Apart from all, the sum of Love.
The treasures lost in life’s onslaught.
Lay down as dust in the new day, wrought.
Here in soliloquy, humbled as Thine,
Hearts are Life-given, soaked in God’s brine.
Heart shaking, God waking, Holy falling into –
the unseen, the valley, the pasture that waits;
to all of His Gardens, His Treasured Estates.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemal Kemil
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.”
“Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.”
“If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,’ even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.”