In your lush green
I basque in peace seen.
Nature, your making,
becomes in love’s lean.
Sitting not lone
here in enthrall,
trees are called wondrous,
skies tell of all.
In your sweet green
I fall to a soft song,
swaying in rhythm;
the view is stretched long.
Sitting not lone
here in paradise sown,
God’s pew calls all to-
a love of his own.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Numbers 6:24-26
The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;
the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.
John 14:27
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.
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Linda's own walk includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as my heart empties to the wonders of Seeing Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive travels to more than 20 countries and overseas work in regions of crises, she expresses a lifelong dedication to the Heart of what unites us - Love. Willows was the Founder and Director of a Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations for more than 20 years and is usually caught in a smile; life is filled with gratitude.
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