“Love’s Tender Reign” prayer prose from LWillows

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”…offered by LWillows


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” ~a poem by 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