“Hold This Dear Mountain”, a poem from L.Willows

Hold this Dear Mountain

My heart does long for a mountain to hold
with deep embrace and prayers that unfold
into the sweetened winds, as all things are told.

Do you see the rock, the boulder, the tree?
They are each a friend, they are dear to me.
The mountain waits; the ancients see.
They bid my heart, they set me free.

Rocky heights rush towards a heaven rare,
Oh Holy Spirit, I feel Thee there!
My Own is lifted, endowed in the Air.

My soul soars throughout, as on the wings of a dove
In embrace with the Earth,  held so rare, high above.
Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, they see; they love.
Oh, hold this dear Mountain, it’s the Lord’s Treasure Trove.

©2012 Linda Willows

Psalm 61:2 –-From the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

Psalm 62:7-8 –On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah

“A Wind Through Reed’s Prayer”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Godly Joy, called by God, Loved)

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This poem was from a vivid dream, it was a “heavenly place” that I entered through a gate. It was wondrous, words will never describe it. I was ‘lifted’ into soft love, a paradise, a river, a wind, elation!

A Wind Through Reed’s Prayer

I have seen a place where we all rise
Where music awaits, that lifts clouds to skies.
All of the heavens are opened by the gate-
There in the roam of paradise elate.

Kept by a sweetness, I felt someone near,
All of life’s friendships, everyone dear.
Touched by such heart-songs, there I could dance
All of the songs seemed called from life’s trance.

Here in the midst of such love, I was called
The joy of a river that worships, enthralled.
Stepping out from all that keeps us astray
A threshold beckoned and swept me away.

There were no tears in this quiet place bright
Sunshine of warmth beckoned all towards the light.
I cast off a shoe, then the other, then free
Soon I was dancing with another like me.

I remember the Motion that swept through me there
cast like some other; a wind through reed’s prayer.
This from a roam at some heavenly gate
I rose to a journey in the spirit’s elate.

© 2019 Linda Willows

Revelation 21:4
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Psalm 30:11
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.

1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus.