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.
We are sending our hearts to Light, to Love.
cast by Your Kingdom, by Your will from above.
© 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.