“Mercy’s All”….a poem by Linda Willows


Come forth, come out you whispered wail,
I hear the heart that pours the tale.
Memories tumble in haunted detail;
They hold, they sting, they cling to the veil.

Yet-“Forward leading, Love preceding…
All brings hope in the dawn of today.
Might receiving, Grace exceeding,
Lord, your yoke is Mercy’s way.”

We suffer the mortal humblings that gain
an entry to the threshold of glory, not pain.
Pray that our hearts be brave, never slain…
and victor of all of Thy Kingdom in Reign.

And-“Forward leading, Love preceding;
All bear the Name that heard His Call.
Mortal Hearts be lifted, gifted…
Suffer no more within Mercy’s All.”

© 2016 Linda Willows

“The Sweet Blossoms’ Soul”, Poetry by Linda Willows

Close to my heart lives a garden that I tend,
Filled with lilac and rosebuds; perennials lush in each bend.
Each with a scent that tenders still as I touch
The sweet blossoms’ soul, the petals’ own blush.

My garden grows so close, that it catches each tear,
Then lifts adore and shed to all flowers near.
Life and Its raindrops flow with nourishing pour
As my garden is tended, near my hearts gladdened core.

©2012 Linda Willows

(photo gratitude: Zohra Kalinkowitz)