Longing towards heaven in wondrous beseech
are the prayers of hearts that longingly reach.
Held in the palm of a mystery that keeps
Lifted to skies in tall clouds that leap.
Here in the midst of it all, we remain
Each His beloveds, we reach -not in vain.
Running with Wind, we sing, we praise
There, in becoming with The Joy of all days.
© 2020 Linda Willows
Esther 8:17 — Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart, for I am called by your name, O Lord, God of hosts.
Romans 15:13 — May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.