Poetry by Linda Willows

“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.

As I fall up
my arms stretch wide.
I feel a winged
sky born stride.

The clouds pass by
in mists that soar
and tumble round
soft Heaven’s door.

I wish no thing,
I want no more.
The moment’s Prayer
is all adore.

Falling up,
I shed, I leap.
The Glory Light
flies in-
I weep.

Find me -Worship,
in leaping skies
amidst clouds embracing
hearts that rise.

There
in celestial towers
of blue,
home I am,
again, with You.

As I fall up
my arms stretch wide
my heart, my all
lets Holy glide

This, the entry,
this, the call-
at the font of God’s enthrall.

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