“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”…a worship poem by Linda Willows

nature“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”

River flow into and through my heart’s spilling
Rested weaves trickle through tides of the wave.
Calm in the knowing even sweet in the breaking
Of leaves from the past that are swept into waking.

How slow is the morning when comes after weary
Succumbed to the pace of a time slowed to soft.
Heart lives come tumbling like stone dust to be shown.
Joy frees in the sparkle of reflections then known.

Wrap me round full in the river that lifts…
Calmed by the sounds of His Spirit-soaked time.
Lord, leave me in the care of such glorified mists,
I’ll always be well, ever loved by Your gifts.

© 2017 Linda Willows

Love’s due circles, Softness keeping, by Linda Willows

My Soul does bow before God’s estate,
the meek, the tender, the surrendered great,
all that serve with fearless gait,
all that stand fueled by an inner elate.

I smile to feel my hand extend
from inside out to rounded befriend.
Coming, feeling, reeling, reaping
Love’s due circles, softness keeping.

All become beloved ones near
able to reach, touch each, shed tear.
And in the midst, I see all to revere,
God’s heart, everywhere, with us, a sphere.

Grander than what any sky’s splendor can show,
greater than what our own minds could know.
I feel the grandeur of this moment’s Sun.
I witness Love’s might to embrace all as One.

©2014 Linda Willows republished, 2012

Photography by Bortovoi