“All of You in Splendor For”, a poem from L.Willows

Be with me, within, can we
Find that place of all restore.
Search the sky, my heart is there
Cast before the dawn.
All of you in splendour for
Could reach and break it still.
Oh the colours that would spill
Upon horizons ours
Yours and mine
For all of us,
We live in worlds one name.
Broken, taken, found and claimed
All forgiven; loved the same.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Psalm 98:4
Mightier than the waves of the sea is His love for you.

Psalm 86:5
For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.

Psalm 147:3
He heals the broken-hearted, and bandages their wounds.

“Lord, lift my son to You”, from LWillows


Lord, lift my son to You

I lost and found him throughout the years,
In stories that wound, and then tangled with tears.
There I lay, soaked in a hive of mother-fears
Caught in the crossfire of life’s past arrears.

I surrendered, confessed, in soliloquy bared
and all of my words left your heart undeclared.
You are loved, my son. My soul pours without end.
Nothing could sever or hinder the soul’s blend.

Your blue eyes dwell like faraway doors
yet I wander through decades of horizons, yours.
More cherished than anything that words could hide;
Inscribed here are the visions that love wrote inside.

Lord, carry what I am powerless to hold.
Lift my son’s heart to Yours in Love’s mercy bold.
Be His Father, stir miracles – the ones that were born
When you formed him in me, your own Spirit’s dwelling sworn.

© 2017 Linda Willows

“Love’s Reserves”….from LWillows

Love’s Reserves

World apart, yet here in the known,
Walking amidst but with no shadow shown.
Some can feel a heartbeat from far..
From the silence, the out-curve, it forms like a star.

Far from the seen and hidden apart.
Without any words that reveal the heart.
Whispers only tendered with prayers
Could lead a soul to find these cares.

Seeing, believing, receiving, not leaving..
Grace fills the spaces that life is weaving.
Even the quiet and silent star curves,
Find their way out, they become Love’s reserves.

© 2017 Linda Willows