“Motioned”…a poem by Linda Willows

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Motioned inside the ache of what breaks…
my limbs, they are stretched; called out to seek space.
finding the pathways so hidden with twists
all those that tangle and cause broken resists.

How deeply this pull does want in my arms,
they reach with far longing like the sky’s destitute,
tipping and touching with hands that sweep out
like wings former broken, now finding life’s route.

Pulse stirs within each breath that absolves,
unraveling, unwinding, uncurling pain’s cry
escorted within the quaking of mirth
comes glorious joy freed upon life’s rebirth.

© 2017 Linda Willows

“Love rises where my All begins”…a worship poem from LWillows

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Heart rises when I lift to praise,
O Life does sing, it calls all days.
Come again, come hear this song;
From long ago; these notes belong.

Love rises where my All begins.
Given in the space of one Day.
Soared it did with newborn wings,
Lifted by prayer that flew Godly rings.

O praise it bellows out like a cloud,
Of angels and saints in Glory’s’ white robe…
Spreading a cloak of the Kingdom’s Love tent,
All for the joy of Love’s view in ascent.

© 2017 Linda Willows