Take my Hand
Heart dear, come along
we are walking, we are new.
All of God’s garden feels our footsteps
approaching amidst the earthen dawn’s dew.
Round grow the blossoms turning
each towards the sun, like dancers on cue.
The soft breezes lift and hush, whispering
winds that beckon to me and to you.
Heart, dear, take the silence
lest my words become lost in weeping.
Such wonder walks amidst beauty and
forever blessings come in the reaping.
Please dear, see beyond,
to a land that waits to greet.
Heart, dear, take my Hand
and let our journey run softly to sweet.
© 2017 Linda Willows
Photograph by G. Martin Fox
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