“We belong together, unbound and without seams”…shared by LWillows


“We Belong Together, Unbound; Without Seams” by Linda Willows
These words fell from my heart from more than five years ago..such longing; seeking…yet meaning even more to me today as I soak in His gift of Love and experience being a guest of the Heavenly Host.

What has become “unbound” in me? What seam has fallen into surrender? What do we move forward without? Such a journey of joy and loss! I learned that in order to step forward into a birth – into That Boundless place of Spirit that beckons us — we must die to self…the seams let go, stitch by stitch as we achingly stretch forward to Love Itself.

“We reflect and become Sacred Waters in drift…
As each pours into the rivers of Your Love’s Gift.
Bound gently forwards and through life’s secret dreams;
We belong together, unbound –  and without seams.

Lift the equal of a rosebud or found earthly stone.
All find the Embrace; not a one left alone.
Secret dreams yield reveal in the souls of Divine guests…
You and I, together, adrift All in Love’s request.”

© 2012 Linda Willows

(photo gratitude: Shirley Jean)

“In Solitude” ~ a poem by Linda Willows

In solitaire I walk this morn,
with non but light’s soft hue adorn.
Within this path that finds my soul,
I pray Gods’ keeping, life found whole.
For in taking of all things;
the swift removal times can bring…
I root myself upon one Bright
and dearest thing with every might…
In solitaire the Soul is known
begotten, loved and never Lone.

©2014 Linda Willows, republish 2012

Photograph by Kupavna

“Words press upon page Light to kiss” ~a poem by Linda Willows

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Words press upon, page Light to kiss…
as sweet motions that set, this my heart forth in bliss.
Dancing between all the notes that set free
some poet, ago…one that wandered like me.

Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in a hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from this Godly Roam.

Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live amongst such Almighty bliss.

©2013; republish 2016 Linda Willows

Photograph by Ludmilla NG