Whispering winds dance
with treetops in clouds lace Smiling in drifts that go by without haste.
There in the dawn,
we witness God’s Face Rising again, from the night with such grace.
and open with hope. Therein, Hearts chatter and sing the mornings elope.
Birds take to the air
in the new days excite. Gathering with all – God’s wondrous invite.
This Holy moment,
His Breath in the freeing- The Joy that invites all life to Love’s Being.
© 2021 Linda Willows
Romans 15:13 —May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
John 16:24 —Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full.
Psalm 118:24 —This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
God imparts Holy River
so near, from above, Abounding, resounding- in Him we pray love. With Splendor the doors of Creation do part- and we breathe, we receive His Merciful Heart.
There, in Love’s core
we witness a Birth. Something; a Miracle, born on God’s Earth rushes with hope, called to be seen… as Grace runs like waters in her deepest ravines.
Glory – Amen, all promise from then, delivers the Hope to rise once again. Come Holy River and speak of His Name. Holy, called Holy- God comes to reclaim.
© 2021 Linda Willows
2 Corinthians 1:20 —For all the promises of God find their Yes in him. That is why it is through him that we utter our Amen to God for his glory.
2 Corinthians 5:15 —Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
Ephesians 2:4-5 —But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved.
Heart Windows at Dawn
Dawn breaks though my window here in the morn,
tapestries quake shadows on the cool still yet torn.
A heart wakes in wonder to turquoise lit skies.
Hope leaps, I breathe- coming round in joy’s sigh.
Gentle winds lift curtains into dances of rhyme
into stories that tell, like keepers of time.
Hushed in the mists that rise, that lift…
Paradise inclines towards hearts in God’s drift.
Here the Dawn breaks. In living, life quakes.
Poured into Love’s midst, I rise at daybreak.
Warmth of sun rising, praying life gazing.
Light to day whispers all of life praising.
©2020 Linda Willows
Ephesians 15:14 —For anything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says, “Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.
Isaiah 60.1 —Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.”