Take my Hand, a poem by Linda Willows

OLandscapeFR16059914-lgMartyn FoxHeart, dear, come along,
we are walking, we are new.

All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.

Round grows the blossoms
turning towards like dancers on cue.

 Feel how the winds lift
motioning color into a maze of new hues.

Heart, dear, take the silence
lest my words become lost in weeping.

Such wonder walks amidst beauty,
forever blessings come in the reaping.

Please, dear, see beyond,
a land there waits to greet.

Heart, dear, take my hand
and let our journey soft to sweet.

© 2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by G. Martin Fox

My deeply bowed head… ~a poem by Linda Willows

Owomanf255050David Galstyan

Your Love does drape and washes my heart,
It offers life, where once did depart,
the hopes and dreams of most humble start,
even my faith, oh dear Lord, this deep part.

Honor restores with my deeply bowed head,
this journey, this world, how it turned, how it bled.
Give pardon and mercy, release Love’s embed,
come through my garden, Lord – sweep days ahead.

If Love does not reign, all shall wither and die,
each creature, each mortal; we will rise in a cry.
Help find the cloak that would warm all our souls,
and prompt all Hearts in most sacred ex-toll.

©2013 Linda Willows

Photograph by David Galstyan

Turn once more ~a poem by Linda Willows

Turn
once more
from the dark,
let no cloud form
to shade,
that sweet light
which pours
you,
and is made
of pure hue.

Turn
away,
face the east,
hold your
heart
close to
mine.
Call the winds
that protect,
summon all
of the
Divine.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Ardo Inzhy