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 in these hours,
Paradise enters heart windows from Divine.
Here the Dawn breaks. In living, life quakes.
Poured in God’s midst, I rise love at daybreak.
©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.