In the Arms of The Dove….a poem by Linda Willows

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In soundless tears my soul did weep
and reached towards bold love’s sweet keep
within a brightened canopy of stars
The Lord spilled grace upon mortal scars.

They fell into cloudburst of white light
that danced through my heart with gentle might.
The joy did follow ever after that night
When bare I was, in the Lord’s Graced sight.

Healed dear, as a child, in the arms of The Dove;
My soul then twined and found in His Love.
Each tear caste away in forever’s foreplay….
Oh Lord, mark the night, for You Rule Heaven’s Day.

©2014 Linda Willows rewrite, 2016

Photograph by Romina Dughero

“The Promise”, a poem by Linda Willows

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“The Promise” by Linda Willows

For all joy the heart keeps, still in times we feel loss,
Abandon, life’s fate, or the circumstances cost.
Whatever is chosen, the moment is dear,
for surely what in happens comes by what we fear.

Whatever we plead from love to come forth,
seems the price of our loss as it draws back in force.
Yet The Promise is stronger than any life course,
We are granted our fill from Birth moment until
the Secret unveils and God’s Love prevails.

Hand in heart, Joy not apart our lives cannot not lose-
We are the ones that must love more and choose.
Never the ending in this mortal life,
We boast of the grandeur with only more strife.

See The Joy now and don’t shed the tear,
God’s Glory is triumph beyond all that appears.
Clasp on to the Other with all might and love,
We all are in His family, with Heaven Above.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“Star shine, Soul’s brine”, a poem by Linda Willows

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I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in a sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.

© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows