I am covered low, in love divine,
as one embraced in sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, soul’s brine.
The eyes of Heaven open revered…
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
A hush of prayers bow low, sweet with tears.
Father, Our Lord, He is here. He is here.
©2014 Linda Willows
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.
©2013; republish 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Ludmilla NG
Oh find this, my soul,
in the rock and tides’ toil,
in each glory eve
that sets mind to dream’s fold.
Find my hearts glory
in oceans that seek,
and rise to the moon with the Light at its’ peak.
I bow to the earth and the skies all above,
and small as a seashell, I hold all with Love.
©2016; 2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by G. Murad