“We Dance in The Air” a poem from L.Willows (Hope, God’s Faithfulness, See Jesus)

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We Dance in the Air

Come, dance again
In the motion of.
Holy the tide,
From where- from There.

Aiming towards
a gathered love,
Hearts leap in hope-
so Near, so bare.

Surged to home
in the Until, we reach
to heaven’s edge-
And There, we dare.

Home amongst
God’s gathered found,
Called to Light
In Love’s rebound.

Motioned by prayer
to His holy ground,
There we dance;
We dance in The Air.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Job 35:5 “Look at the heavens and see; And behold the clouds—they are higher than you.

1 Thessalonians 4:17 Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord.

“Sweetly Offered Tepid Tea” poetry from LWillows

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Awakening in time I rose
No sound or soul knew of the hour.
In the expanse of an echo’s call
My heart, it woke and rose in enthrall.

Lifted by an unseen hand,
As if one gentle found me there
Lying small, curled up in alone
Like a child within her Father’s throne.

Interrupt the pulse that runs
Breathe in the one that hides from you.
Yield the woman-child to bind
All of life once more soaked through.

Indeed the hour brought night to day-
Carried, gifted, all Your way.
Sweetly offered, tepid tea
Bathed in the brew of life, like me.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Isaiah 10:27
And in that day his burden will depart from your shoulder, and his yoke from your neck; and the yoke will be broken because of the fat.”

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“Float-Fall in Love’s Call”, by Linda Willows

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photo by Christopher Peddecord

Float-Fall in Love’s Call

In motions deep, my limbs move to fall.
A calling, one stirred by lone notes that call.
Singing, sighing, oh with such desiring,
To rise and reach with all love’s recall.

How tender the sum of years in life’s all,
When love runs the motions, we turn in enthral.
Wondrous the weight of time and distance so small.
Oh motion, my limbs they the float-fall in love’s’ call.

© 2017 Linda Willows