When the world quakes with lives that suffer and plead;
Mortal hearts unwind; all our buffers recede.
Night whispers do groan from the might of God’s girth.
A moaning that aches in plights of His Earth.
The battle that calls us; the weak and the strong,
to stand up and walk in the fires that grow long…
Defies us to slumber, to harden or to rest
and motions our souls to embolden the quest.
No hunger nor thirst could deny such a call
when lives turn to face the redeem of God’s All.
In the midst of all rumbles and darkened night mists,
We turn to the One that receives our heart’s lists.
When the world quakes lives born into Love’s seed.
Mortal hearts come to wake in a Graced intercede.
Blessed then with the dare and the faith to proclaim
Worlds turn, souls Wake; Day calls Glory by Name.
© 2016 Linda Willows
Where goes my soul, Love follows near;
It abides, resides and tremors endear…
bids the presence of one, one only tear.
Such aches do speak and tell of all-
the mystery and the wondrous calls.
Symphonies that sound beyond
the Angel’s realm with life unbound.
All Becomes in the chords of Love.
My Soul is freed. I breathe above.
Take me farther than Love could weep.
My Soul does burst upon Thy Keep.
©2015 Linda Willows republish/rework from 2012
Photograph by Goran Kalanj
Oh Lord, amend my earthen wants
and mute the voice that pride ensconced
I have not the whispers to fathom my own;
I am still seedling that You have sown.
The mound of my portion glows glory near-
never fall darkness in the veil of a tear.
Mortal remains to root out in these hours
All could not fill to serve God and His powers.
Clay earthen waters reach to oceans’ appease.
Oh, My Father; Son Jesu, of the Galilee seas,
this Life in me, Love may Thy Glory proceed
The cup filled with Him, O the Treasure indeed.
©2015 Linda Willows