I stand upon such sacred ground
not born of this world, yet here in Heart’s mound.
Tender to touch, still fragile as dust,
I pray Love to be found in all Life’s abound.
Willing to open with the Graced gentle flow,
I cast all lost tears and lay rest as I go.
Swept thus into, the whole of Loves’ Reign;
my soul, I pray, is freed in God’s gain.
©2018 republish; 2012 Linda Willows
Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.
My Heart in God’s Palm
Returning, unlearning, reclaiming I run
Toward the sights of such near Holy One.
Basking in a love that draws my heart in
My whole, my entire, it is raised up within.
Receiving, believing, reveling I rest,
In awe of the bliss of such glorious quest.
Hoping that ever this moment will last
With my heart in God’s palm and Love’s all so vast.
© 2017 Linda Willows
I, woman, do not slumber,
nor do dream of valleys deep,
no soft caress or tender’s weep.
This heart alone, it cannot sleep.
Chambers left, a night that spans
the oft reflections not outdone.
Not ten thousand lights more sun
could comfort bind, restore; this one.
I, woman, heed, and fall.
I feel too much; perhaps it all.
Let me sleep, God’s grace be kind,
I offer thee -this life assigned.
Make me woman tender, good.
Do let my heart live as it should.
Grant that I am freed, extolled.
And take the dawn’s first love tenfold.
I am, I am, woman yours, God all-told.
©2012 Linda Willows