I stand upon such sacred ground
not born of this world, yet here in Heart’s mound.
Tender to touch, still fragile as dust,
I pray Love to be found in all Life’s abound.
Willing to open with the Graced gentle flow,
I cast all lost tears and lay rest as I go.
Swept thus into, the whole of Loves’ Reign;
my soul, I pray, is freed in God’s gain.
©2018 republish; 2012 Linda Willows
Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.
