Walk with me, linger, in season’s good hue,
Throughout the blossoming, there in the dew.
Mornings to come, far in this view,
warmed by a sun that gives us renew.
Stilled by the dawn, silent and hushed,
Prayers lift upward, like dreams forward rushed.
God of all morrows, Time listens in;
here we walk forwards, framed by His Begin.
Walk in the season, walk with me now,
Cherish this moment, the one God allows.
Linger to wrap with the bounty that greets;
here in the Far home, met with blossoming sweets.
© 2020 Linda Willows
Isaiah 46:9-10- “Remember the former things of old; for I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me, declaring the end from the beginning and from ancient times things not yet done, saying, ‘My counsel shall stand, and I will accomplish all my purpose.”
2 Peter 3:13 -“But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells.”
Psalm 84:11-“For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor. No good thing does he withhold from those who walk uprightly.”