“Star shine, Soul’s brine”, a poem by Linda Willows

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I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in a sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.

© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows

“Holy, holy, love comes near”…………by Linda Willows

 

Holy, Holy, love comes near…

I am covered low, in love divine

as one braced in softly sacred vine.

A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.

And come the night, Star shine, soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven open revered.

Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.

A hush of prayer bows low sweet with tears.

Father, Abba, Our Lord, He is here.

©2014 Linda Willows

Photograph gratitude to Agnieszka-Anues