This, but a Moment
Do you see what I see
in the slant of sun’s crest?
Do you hear all Gods’ beauty in the colors that rest?
Greens in the hollow of deepening curves,
Mint mists that follow the whispering birds.
Blue touches with promise, they hover above,
almost embracing, covering like love.
There in the fields, I see buds lifted sweet-
colored like honey, rising to greet.
All in the midst of the afternoon sun,
this but a moment, a glorious one.
© 2019 Linda Willows
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
Journey at the break of day; it hallows me, it marks my way.
All my reasons fall away. I am sanctified; I fall to pray.
Leaves of umber, green and rust
lace the blanket of ground I trust,
embraced by sweet earth tendered there
I am misted, kissed- by the morning’s air.
Take my arms, now opened wide,
and all of my heart: it is humbled, untied.
Take all in through thy sacred side,
this my path of life, to Your step, Your Stride.
Pray this wonder at the mist of new day,
I am lost and found, in your tendered way.
©2019 Linda Willows, 2012
John 1:3. 3
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy!
In praise all bows before Your Name
Each leaf on the branch bends green to refrain
Glory to Him, the All of our till
Father and root of each one in His will.
Long and all lasting the winding He keeps
Each Holy vine wrapped around His dear reach.
Forest earth paradise, mortal review
Lasting within The Beloved’s pass-through.
Whispering breezes come home to float peace
Known in Love’s rest, in the garden’s increase.
Here in the lush of God’s paradise apart,
Praise comes to live in the breaths of my heart.
© 2019. 2018 Linda Willows
O LORD, you are my God; I will exalt you; I will praise your name, for you have done wonderful things, plans formed of old, faithful and sure.
Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness!