“Pray us Home”, a poem by Linda Willows

Home. Lost or dream wept. It is ours to be kept.
The light does reach those corners yet.
Such shadows stretch, some darkly set,
abandoned like a long due debt.

The door may creak, it weathered much.
Oh kindly try, it aches for the touch.
Mark the dust as long history crests.
It sparkles like gold in the shine of one test.

Call them again, let them return,
They who lost all and forgave not the burn.
God does look in and wrap round Eden’s blue,
The mystery days will recall Love’s Rescue.

Pray us home, Lord.
Let history be birth’s new.
Forgive our lost way,
as we come Home to You.

© 2013 Linda Willows

Photograph by Vasil Anastasovski

“My Wonder Lives” ~Beauty of Life Photo and Prose by Linda Willows

My Wonder lives
at treetops peak,
in sights that leap
beyond Loves’ keep.

I hold no bound
nor sightly door.
This world, this life,
It’s Grace does soar.

©2012 Linda Willows

photographer, Teiku Rizal

Fly right through a Hearts skipped beat ~by Linda Willows

Does the fragile bear the light
Carry with it threads that might
Stream above, beyond and between
That which oft is not easily seen?

Dwelling in and from, amidst…
It tells the tales that may be missed.
Fly right through a heart’s skipped beat,
It bears no semblance to defeat.

Delicate in ways of mind
Sometimes its wings are not to find.
Folded in the lap of thee
They wait. Oh Lord, they wait for me.

©2012 Linda Willows