“For Tomorrow belongs to You Everywhere”, a poem from L.Willows (God’s Faithfulness, Mercy, Hope)

“For Tomorrow belongs to You Everywhere” from L.Willows

Lord, we are the voices that call out from here.
Of all the day’s dreams, the needs and the cares.
For Tomorrow belongs to You everywhere.

Here in the seeking, There in love’s keeping,
all in the mending, in The Mercy’s deep bending.
Hope’s full reaching, blessed in beseeching.

There, in hearts’ keeping, here in love’s staying,
All in the flight of calls that kept praying.

And to the fore mercy, tendered heart more.
Now, to the new time, we beseech Godly pour.
Rain full Love’s bounty, Reign in Your good.
Bring forward your Kingdom. Open God’s Door!

Greeting your Love in The Mercy’s deep bending.
Heaven and Earth bear sweet in Your tending. 
Lord, we are the voices that call out from here.
For Tomorrow belongs to You everywhere.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Lamentations 3:22 —The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Revelation 3:20 —Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.

“Here in The Garden of Summer’s Slow End”, a poem from L.Willows

Here in the Garden of Summer’s Slow End

Summer days seeming, long seeming to end,
The green deepens and circles to close every bend.
Birds spread their wings and fly low in the sky
Flocked to far away warmth into the sun’s eye.

You will always be there Heart, remembering that we are One.
Seasons change, time shifts, like the afternoon sun.
See the glow, feel the warmth, in the stillness that comes.
Here we all live where God’s love is spun.

Here in the garden of the summer’s slow end,
There are new beginnings, this in Love’s sweet lend.
When the birds fly like arrows with songs of mystery
Our heart goes with them, in joy’s jubilee.

Summer end days, Heart – summer’s redeem.
How we linger, here- how we long dream.
In the heavy full sweetness of the last swooning gleam.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;

“Called, like a Song”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, See Jesus, Holy Spirit)

Why, how- can such music begin to play sweet;
as a lullaby that enters in a dance from far street.
Then comes a season, like a time from ago.
Windswept horizons come forward – they know.

Notes play alone, they enter from afar.
Then sounds a caller, like a bird from a star.
Float-Cloud upon all the listeners there,
swept from heavens above, in God’s rarefied air.

Hush, hear the music, such notes playing sweet;
a lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Heart, be soft- like the mist in God’s Day.
Called, like a song in the Ancient One’s way.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Daniel 7:13 -“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.”