“The Rapture Of”, a poem from L.Willows (Called, Lifted up, God’s Love)

The Rapture Of

This moment pours,
and falls into
a river filled
with sweetened roars.
Home to roam
throughout all time
they rest, sublime
and weep no more.

Calling all,
called they
come bear beside
heart stay; heart stay.

The new day comes
to speak, to say,
“Here is love-
the rapture of,
come live, live free
in God’s away.”

In timeless carefree
waves that run,
rainbows
lift like birds
in God’s sun.

River, river beauty of,
your rapture
lives beyond as Love.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Psalm 86:4-5 Gladden the soul of your servant, for to you, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving, abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.

Isaiah 59:19 So they shall fear the name of the Lord from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun; for he will come like a rushing stream, which the wind of the Lord drives.

“Your Beloved’s Last Roam”, a poem by Linda Willows

Words press upon page, oh too light to kiss,
Sweet motions set in; my heart moved to bliss.
Dancing between all the notes set free,
some, from ago – ones that wandered like me.

Hours blessed the days with whispers of prose
as I danced in gardens of winds laced with rose.
Oh, let me whisper, even sing in hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from this graced Godly roam.

See me and find me – at Your High Gate, I bow.
I am drawn to the heights of the Lord of the Vow.
Pardoned, entrusted, Your Beloved’s last roam. 
I dance in enthrall hearing whispers of Home.

Words press upon page. This, oh, too Light to kiss,
Find each of us, all of us – Yours alone, in such bliss.

©2015 Linda Willows (2013)

 

Love joys at the moment ~ “Blessed”, a poem by Linda Willows

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My heart does sing
in the dawn of your Face
Hidden beyond
a shining cloud’s lace.
A Universe bows,
Light sparkles in space;
Far comes to near
in a moment’s embrace.

Love joys at the moment,
Heart fills with God’s sea-
In deep prayers’ grace
and atonement’s decree.
I bow to be a witness…
I bow to be blessed…
For in this sweet moment
God’s door has been pressed!

copyright 2014 Linda Willows