this was inspired at the beginning of the year and I wanted to bring it back…
Love in the Balance of Heaven and Earth
In the mountain tops, I answered,
Near the white cloud mist’s hold.
Where shoulders of green bear gentle earth mothers.
They call up horizons, they reach to sky’s fold.
Bearing weight all, caring with nests filled with gold.
Sweetened with sunlight shed full upon
Mountain fellows, their faces, turned by lives worn.
Here on their shoulders, high in the sky,
dipped in the blue is a Majesty’s’ cry.
Love in the balance of heaven and earth
dreams reach to thee as the clouds fall with mirth.
All into shoulders of gentle green peaks
Like mounds of earth mothers that fall, quake, birth, seek.
Soft are the bellows, on sky mounds that run
lovingly toward, their home near the sun.
Angels paint rainbows in tomorrow’s new day.
from the mountaintop’s glory, in horizons we pray.
© 2019 Linda Willows
For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him.
For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Loves’ Answer, Loves’ Promise, The Holy’s Engrave
Dear ones wrapped in loves’ sweetened prayer
hearts deepen, they appeal, they unite, they declare.
Kingdoms and gateways rising to swell
all from the glory of The Beloved’s indwell.
Dear ones held tightly and lifted with trust
calling with might, hearts emptied, cups thrust.
All given in prayer that One may save
Loves’ answer, Loves’ promise; The Holy’s engrave.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Isaiah 65: 24 ~ Before they call I will answer; while they are yet speaking I will hear.
Mark 11:24 ~ Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
Love, Love; heart hear through rain’s pouring
Strike, light; come into call’s roaring
Softly but surely, now in this vast
Find the child’s wanting and fill him to last.
Oh, be the One that will Father his heart.
Sweeten and comfort, give him a start.
How sweet the blessing when life opens to
That moment, the pouring of the thunder of You.
Pray, Love, be stilled by a wonder so new.
Filled by a God of Creation’s imbue.
Oh, sweet- yet there is so much yet to be known
Cupped in Love pouring, Love roaring, Love sown.
© 2018 Linda Willows
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5)
“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God” (Romans 8:26 & 27).
“Then Jonah prayed unto the LORD his God, out of the fish’s belly, And said, ‘I cried by reason of mine affliction unto the LORD, and He heard me; out of the belly of hell cried I, and thou hearest my voice” (Jonah 2:1-2).