God’s Holy Moment
Heart be paused to find the still
The place that knows His peace, His will
An inborn Spirit dwells deep inside
Swelled by Love from Holy tide.
Know that all can, even I –
Find the resting spot that waits
In the midst of life and mortal haste-
unwind my step towards God’s Gate.
In deep beseech, I ask His Heart
The granting of Love’s Hand to part.
And at that moment, may Grace come near
God’s Holy moment, the All, He is here.
Heart be born in the moment of pause
Seek the riches that rise from this, His worth.
For Heaven reaches to embrace our souls
in the adore of Love, we are given new birth.
© 2018 Linda Willows
All of heaven reaches your branches,
and all of the earth beside your depths…
I pray beside your deep green wonder,
like a child with heart’s new breaking thunder.
The grass beneath is warm and soft,
a nest to hold this wandering guest,
that all tender souls might reach to your bend,
and fold in the arms God’s mighty tend.
Oh, keep me near such binds that set free;
held close in their fold, wrapped dear in mercy.
The substance of love reaches out as foretold;
my heart is embraced in the grasp of sweet hold.
Soft Heaven, Pray leave me, here tenderly.
I am sheltered, caressed and held by Love’s own decree,
captive of no other than Thee.
© 2011 Linda Willows republish 2017