The Joys’ Adore….a Poem by Linda Willows

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The Joys’ Adore

Wonder fills with awe and praise;
Daybreak stills my heart to gaze,
Upon the silent thunder of…
Your Presence, Peace and sweetened Love.

Though burden and pains may break with the dew
All burdens do lift in sight Lord, of You…
Tumbled forth, oh given, saved, rumbled into,
the  Joy and Adore of Your first holy Pew.

With hand upon heart and bled dying parts
I pray with glee of their glory depart.
Oh all in this view must give to You
even hopes and dreams must stand in a queue!

Glory path you shine before
this given Heart, this joy’s adore.
Be ever more in me: Lord, I Wake…
Though thunderous cries may fall at daybreak.

© Linda Willows 2015

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Cup the Love’s Wine ~by Linda Willows

Heart of mine,
I bend to breath…
I stiffen, ache
as you break to Lead.

While your beating,
tempers my moon,
the might of its rivers,
take my fears
to full swoon.

Truth take the Core
of these flights to near doom
and wash me ashore
with your Hand’s cradled womb.

Heart of mine, bend,
cup the Love’s wine,
fill all the channels
with That which is Thine.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Gromova-Kal’Minsky