in the fields of Gods Almighty Mound ~by Linda Willows

Love witnesses Itself in Glory’s abound.
It plays in the fields of God’s almighty mound

In swirling designs that display beauty’s law,
It seeks our amaze as we tremor with awe.

I walk towards and into Sacred Heart,
abandon all veils that would keep us apart.
Then swept into heavens that spur Love’s ignite,
My soul is caressed with such wondrous Light.

Held as dear lover, true mate, and One note,
I am flush with God’s cover, immersed to devote.
Now ever as witness, one that bears the embrace
A soul, ever near, bows to Loves Holy Face.

©2012 Linda Willow; reprint 2014

Photography by Belua Gheorghe

Sacred Hill Misted ~a poem by Linda Willows

Life sparks to rare
in your green misted air
filled with the magic,
the mystic, the night solitaire.
No single one can
lay claim or come heir,
to a sacred hill misted
with God’s Holy Air.

© Linda Willows

Photograph by Ben Marar

“This, the Wonder of a Day” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Journey at the break of day; it hallows me, it marks my way.
All my reasons fall away. I sanctify and fall to pray.
Leaves of umber, green and rust
You lay upon the ground I trust.
Sacred earth is tendered there
Godly wonders everywhere.

Take my arms that open wide.
Here’s my heart, my ended strife;
Take all In thy sacred Side-
my path of Life, Your step, Your Stride.

This the wonder of a day,
Each step brings round once more  The Way.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Dare Turnsek