“The Rapture Of”, a poem from L.Willows

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The Rapture Of

This moment pours,
and falls into
a river filled
with sweetened roars.
Home to roam
throughout all time
they rest, sublime
and weep no more.

Calling all,
called they~
come bear beside
heart stay; heart stay.
Sunlight runs
to speak, to say
“here is love,
the rapture of,
come live, live free
in God’s away.”

© 2018 Linda Willows

Psalm 86:4-5 Gladden the soul of your servant, for to you, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.