“Muse from a Dance, Song Sung to Me” poem from L.Willows

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Muse from a Dance, Song Sung to Me

O heart, heart where have you been,
you woke with a quake, with love’s rupture in.
Muse from a dance remembered from song,
long ago, long ago; lifted life’s wrong.

O come near, and sweeten, deepen this time-
live again, bind all and wrap her as thine.
Muse from a dance remembered from when,
all of the fragments flew back to time then.

O heart, heart breathe into this air,
fill with the soft, with the peace of love’s dare.
Muse from a dance, song sung to me,
lifted from hope in the way of prayer’s plea.

© 2018 Linda Willows

2 Corinthians 2:9
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.

Psalm 34:18
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

 

“Motioned”…a poem by Linda Willows

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Motioned inside the ache of what breaks…
my limbs, they are stretched; called out to seek space.
finding the pathways so hidden with twists
all those that tangle and cause broken resists.

How deeply this pull does want in my arms,
they reach with far longing like the sky’s destitute,
tipping and touching with hands that sweep out
like wings former broken, now finding life’s route.

Pulse stirs within each breath that absolves,
unraveling, unwinding, uncurling pain’s cry
escorted within the quaking of mirth
comes glorious joy freed upon life’s rebirth.

© 2017 Linda Willows