Eyes to God…
When life has taken fateful tolls
I have seen the dust and lifted console.
Eyes to God and footprints on the hill,
I wearied on but with a gritted will.
It is not clear that heaven is near
when all about is a clouded veneer.
The earth may quake beneath my feet
yet miracles shine through such hours of defeat.
With no one to call or place to find Home
the Heart redefines that which is its Own.
Amaze me once more, as I look above
Eyes to God, all footprints in Love.
©2018 republish; 2012 Linda Willows
“But those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9
“The Sovereign Lord is my strength, he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights.” Habakkuk 3:19
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
Joy’s fullness comes in a soft cloud swelled sweep,
like a dawn of wonders drawn after a long sleep.
Dreams of yesteryear fly up in a mist,
replaced by the miracles of- all that I wished!
Now in the places that former held ash…
my yield is a seed that desires the deep Vast.
Oh to live in these moments with you, Lord – just This!
All your gifts in my Heart heart filled with Mercy’s sweet bliss.
Would that I carried an oar to direct
my craft in your sea of earth’s tide to select
all that would bring from this world to your Crown,
a bidding, an homage, a portion; Life Found.
© 2016 Linda Willows