Awakening in time I rose
No sound or soul knew of the hour.
In the expanse of an echo’s call
My heart, it woke and rose in enthrall.
Lifted by an unseen hand,
As if one gentle found me there
Lying small, curled up in alone
Like a child within her Father’s throne.
Interrupt the pulse that runs
Breathe in the one that hides from you.
Yield the woman-child to bind
All of life once more soaked through.
Indeed the hour brought night to day-
Carried, gifted, all Your way.
Sweetly offered, tepid tea
Bathed in the brew of life, like me.
© 2018 Linda Willows
And in that day his burden will depart from your shoulder, and his yoke from your neck; and the yoke will be broken because of the fat.”
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