Words press upon, page Light to kiss…
as sweet motions set, this my heart forth in bliss.
Dancing between all the notes that set free
some poet, ago…one that wandered like me.
Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in a hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from this Godly Roam.
Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live amongst such Almighty bliss.
©2013; republish 2018 Linda Willows
Photograph by Ludmilla NG
“So he got up and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him and kissed him.”
When last I looked you were in sight
Above, beyond and near as light.
As warmth would cover all like pure sand
Your glimmer shed and poured to homeland.
Love turns my face again to you.
All heart bows low in grace’s due,
With gratitude engulfed upon
What was, has been, and that, now gone.
I lift my arms in glory’s rise
and weep when mortal shadows die,
yet, I will not lose the Grasp of Love
It owns my heart, this joy Above.
Come glimmer shed and pour upon me
Called to home I am led by Thee…
I look above, beyond and near to the Light,
My Lord, you motion me with all of your might.
© 2017 Linda Willows