Of the bird, of the bird
that is pressed to flight.
Please wait, look back
Oh, see me tonight.
Know all, know all
Remember the light.
Capture our dreams
and the heart that holds might.
Take with you the sunshine.
Take with you the dreams.
Take all of the joy
that measures life’s seams.
This to the heavens.
This to the skies.
All for forever.
Bird, fly, fly, fly.
© 2019 Linda Willows
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Today my pastor (Pastor Tom Holliday) said that “God speaks to us in a lullaby” meaning that He draws near to us with abounding grace, forgiveness and such generous love that we almost can’t fathom it with our mortal hearts. It was such a tender sermon on John 3:16-21. My heart is so full this evening. I feel the lullaby. I am aware that these are not easy days for many people, for many readers. We can be encouraged by listening for the hope that comes from Our Lord Jesus Christ. When I speak of Love – ever, I am speaking of Christ, of His Spirit and of His Father, God.
The lullaby comes dear to us
softly, sweetly as life’s hush;
like the stream that runs at dawn
with waters new to fill His song.
Times can burden, trials restrict.
wandering through this haze conflicts.
Yet here we find such miracle of-
in the midst of all, God’s Love, God’s Love.
His Lullaby, the softness tones,
it whispers “Here; Here is home.”
And we wrap our hearts around, around
That music, oh – it’s sweetened sound.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
“Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the Lord God is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.”
It has been several years of worship poetry that arose from nature walks. This one was from a year ago. Recently I discovered the joy of “Prayer Walks” which are even more amazing. In them, I speak the prayer softly and often include (spontaneously) all that I witness along the way as parts of praise, gratitude, worship, and appeal to God. As I circle around- I have even started to sing or hum. Now, I think that the squirrels and the birds along the way know me because the same ones come out to greet me each morning, occasionally even seeming to follow or precede me on the trail. The joy continues throughout the day. Maybe our days can be a Prayer Walk!
In footsteps meek and almost bare
I walk towards horizon there
Barely seen by my own eyes
Barely known, I try to find signs
Yet in the outstretched blue before
There is a canvas painted above
Far beyond what I might see
No clouds or night can separate me
From outstretched arms that reach to hold
A love that bends down deep does mold
Such a heart around the whole of all
I fathom life to be its call.
I place my footstep forward towards
This mighty bright, it beckons me.
Heavenward with the graze of love’s scent
I tilt towards such beauty’s knee.
Wrapped in bare sighting,
I know not whereof.
I walk in awe’s lightning,
My heart feels Christ’s Love.
© 2018, 2019 Linda Willows