Words press upon, page Light to kiss…
as sweet motions that set, this my heart forth in bliss.
Dancing between all the notes that set free
some poet, ago…one that wandered like me.
Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in a hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from this Godly Roam.
Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live amongst such Almighty bliss.
©2018; Linda Willows; ©2013 Linda Willows
1 Peter 1:8-9
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls. See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.
and those the LORD has rescued will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.
(Photograph by Ludmilla NG)