“The Love Ravine” ~a poem by Linda Willows

When the white bends
it falls so far
so deeply from
the Bright, its’ Star.
Alone it keeps
it’s darkened plight.
The flower weeps.
It lives in night.
It grasps, it seeks
it needs, it keeps…
the flower’s Light,
Its Lover sleeps.

What Breath to press
upon such need,
to bend the true
Love’s budding feed?
Come breathe, come flow,
vein open, all to go.
This bending aching
Light’s retraction
needs the full and due
of Love extraction.
Come, the breathing,
come, the air.
Come this bright’s
it calls despair.

Beauty pressing,
naked petals.
All the longing lives between.
Leave the bending, unrelenting
founded folded to now to be seen.
Let the way
that touched the air
and found it fair
return to light, repeal, repent
Oh, Bright…just dare.

The white must blossom
Take the day
No other bend
may shape the way
Come anywhere,
come as before
come with no tear,
come with no war.
Bring all the Bright,
all seen between,
send each as true
in thy Brightened Being
Bend the Light now redeemed,
forsaken from the Love Ravine.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Piet Flour

Stomp. Fly. Thrust. Kick. ~by Linda Willows

Well -stomp! I am just getting started.
For -fly! I thought that round was ending.
And I -thrust! I could not walk it any more.
For it -kick! It took my heat, my heart, it’s softly core.

Now I ~swirl and reach my long dancing arms to God.
Then I ~jump, like a child just a bit to wild.
Quickly ~curl, and fold to the grounds from all above.
And I sail, land free as a dove come near for his Love.

©2012 Linda Willows


“Waters of Gold” ~by Linda Willows

Heart touched; kissed, by waters of gold
Beauty calms as sea unfolds
Heavens’ Gate floods all with It’s graced Light
That Love Receive all from the Night.

©2012 Linda Willows

(photo credit: Randy Mason)