God imparts Holy River
so near, from above, Abounding, resounding- in Him we pray love. With Splendor the doors of Creation do part- and we breathe, we receive His Merciful Heart.
There, in Love’s core
we witness a Birth. Something; a Miracle, born on God’s Earth rushes with hope, called to be seen… as Grace runs like waters in her deepest ravines.
Glory – Amen, all promise from then, delivers the Hope to rise once again. Come Holy River and speak of His Name. Holy, called Holy- God comes to reclaim.
© 2021 Linda Willows
2 Corinthians 1:20 —For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory.
2 Corinthians 5:15 —Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
Ephesians 2:4-5 —But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved.
With a Love That Outlasts
The evening shifts, the clouds reform.
I watch a passing storm transform. Like the heart through seasons of, this, the life that journeys Love.
In the beauty of God’s wondrous heart.
There we fasten, there we start. Such are the oceans that open invite, in mysterious bidding and joyous delight.
In the calm of His peace that stills our all.
There, hearts rest. Therein, souls called. God everlasting, in the deep silence caste, He fills every heart with the Love that outlasts.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Psalm 46:10 “He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
Jeremiah 33:3 “‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’”
Isaiah 54:8 “With everlasting love I will have compassion on you, says the Lord your Redeemer.”
Heart Windows at Dawn
Dawn breaks though my window here in the morn,
tapestries quake shadows on the cool still yet torn.
A heart wakes in wonder to turquoise lit skies.
Hope leaps, I breathe- coming round in joy’s sigh.
Gentle winds lift curtains into dances of rhyme
into stories that tell, like keepers of time.
Hushed in the mists that rise, that lift…
Paradise inclines towards hearts in God’s drift.
Here the Dawn breaks. In living, life quakes.
Poured into Love’s midst, I rise at daybreak.
Warmth of sun rising, praying life gazing.
Light to day whispers all of life praising.
©2020 Linda Willows
Ephesians 15:14 —For anything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says, “Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.
Isaiah 60.1 —Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.”