“On This Holy Ground”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, seeing God, this Holy Moment)

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On this holy ground,
we stand, we love,
Bathed in becoming,
In such beauty of.
Here in the midst,
There in the calm-
Soaked in God’s Glory
Held in His palm.

On this holy ground
We stand, hearts strong,
Joined for forever,
Called by His song.
Here are the words,
There sounds the call-
Formed in God’s Kingdom
Meant for us, All.

Near is such bidding
Sweet is the voice,
Hushed by the winds of
tunnels, time’s choice.
There we are swept into
Joys’ honeycomb
Deep in the mound
that keeps all who roam home.

© 2019 Linda Willows

When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” And he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. — Exodus 3:4-6

“Holy these Petals, Become”…worship poem from LWillows

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Photograph by Esteban Rios

I marvel at my Zinnia flower’s tone,
bright with pinks’ hues, it roams like love’s koan;
abiding in joy; seasons through two…
it welcomes each morning at one with the dew.

Is it with the gift of some lightness to bear,
that flowers like this must live free and dare?
Beckoning, dancing as a heart that must bloom
in petals, with a fragrance that spreads room to room.

Seeds flecked with gold as these petals unfold,
this Zinnia is a wonder with a purpose untold.
Treasure in living with light from above,
It is turned to the Sun for all days in His Love.

As time brings the cycle of Grace to fulfill,
The Petals open to grandeur- this God’s holy til.
Earthen seeds scatter like birds in the sky
carried to burrow in an earthen nest’s near…
born again dears, they will not again die.

Marvel the joy of the weep in of the gold Sun
in that new morning when all Will shall be done.
Holy, oh holy these petals become
when the seasons of Love are all blended to One.

© 2018 Linda Willows; 2015 Linda Willows

2 Corinthians 3:18
And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.