“From Heaven’s Glove”, a worship poem from L.Willows (Blessed, God’s Love, Peace)

I rest in soft circles, lace clouds in my heart.
Far from there, peace does not part.
If it wanders, if it strays,
God’s love wind brings it back this way.

Called to be by an unseen hand
here it lives in a sweetened homeland.
Coddled all beside one Guest,
with might that gathers all as Blessed.

When the winds of life, stirred become
stormed, or rifted, pulled by some –
Here within, such Life abides
comforted, tendered from all sides.

Drawn like dew from heaven’s glove,
soaked into each circle of –
this heart of mine with hesed love,
given all from God above.

Thankfulness comes in sweeping hues
like heaven’s dust in the morning dew.
There I am, His child, my why…
blessed and swept into Love’s sky.

© 2018 Linda Willows

“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.” Psalm 63:3


“Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep.” Psalm 36:5-6


“I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you established your faithfulness in heaven itself.” Psalm 89:2


“‘Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,’ says the Lord, who has compassion on you.” Isaiah 54:10

“The Rapture Of”, a poem from L.Willows (Called, Lifted up, God’s Love)

The Rapture Of

This moment pours,
and falls into
a river filled
with sweetened roars.
Home to roam
throughout all time
they rest, sublime
and weep no more.

Calling all,
called they
come bear beside
heart stay; heart stay.

The new day comes
to speak, to say,
“Here is love-
the rapture of,
come live, live free
in God’s away.”

In timeless carefree
waves that run,
rainbows
lift like birds
in God’s sun.

River, river beauty of,
your rapture
lives beyond as Love.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Psalm 86:4-5 Gladden the soul of your servant, for to you, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.

Isaiah 59:19 So they shall fear the name of the Lord from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun; for he will come like a rushing stream, which the wind of the Lord drives.

“Called, like a Song”, a worship poem from L.Willows (God’s Glory, See Jesus, Holy Spirit)

Why, how- can such music begin to play sweet;
as a lullaby that enters in a dance from far street.
Then comes a season, like a time from ago.
Windswept horizons come forward – they know.

Notes play alone, they enter from afar.
Then sounds a caller, like a bird from a star.
Float-Cloud upon all the listeners there,
swept from heavens above, in God’s rarefied air.

Hush, hear the music, such notes playing sweet;
a lullaby enters like a dance from far street.
Heart, be soft- like the mist in God’s Day.
Called, like a song in the Ancient One’s way.

© 2020 Linda Willows

Daniel 7:13 -“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.”