“On Bended Knee”…by Linda Willows

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On bended knee I find my own,
the way of simple ‘letting’ known.
Freed are all the burdens kept
out they flew, oh out they leapt..

I bowed my head to let all dim,
The Love, came then, it soared; poured in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright.
Heart folded round firm in this might.

Wrap me round and hold me tight,
I never want to leave this site.
Oh let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.

I need to Love on bended knee;
T’is how I die, I live, I see.
The glory All is farther than,
the Whole and heart of even me.

Life, its source, the beauty of…
comes free, but ‘Let’ from far above,
and when we bend our lives to Love
to live and die, to reach to see….
we arch in deep humility.

Touching portal veils that hold,
embrace of sacred love extolled.

©2016 Linda Willows; republish, ©original,Linda Willows 2012

Photograph by Kemil Kamal, his collection unique, expressive; gratitude for use of this wondrous art.

“His Kingdom so Near”…a poem by Linda Willows

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His Kingdom so Near

How brightly did the thunder part,
an evening prayer lifted in trusting Love’s start.
The rains fell brightly upon my heart
when all turned to face You, for sacred impart.

Answers lone, how they come between
This mortal life’s pause, only then to be seen.

Holy moments brought in a flood of Grace
Known, Enthroned by  His Love’s embrace.

When lost to all that comforts here…
We wander through storms grim in appear;
But found in the quake of the fall of all fear,
All wake to Love, His Kingdom so Near.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Mark Gee (“Night” Collection)

“A Holy Pour”, a poem by Linda Willows

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When heaven comes to find our hearts,
the Mercy leaps, it parts from faith’s start.
Even in the mortal years
it grips all pain apart from fear.

Nevermore a day to weep,
but Joy to find in each life’s keep.
Hailed in the dawn that finds life’s true reap-
Wonder awakens and stirs us from sleep.

How Love does stun the door apart
as Grace floods into our written chart.
More, comes more, in a Holy Pour
The awe does stir our souls to adore.

© 2016 Linda Willows