When heaven comes to find our hearts,
the Mercy leaps, it parts from faith’s start.
Even in the mortal years
it grips all pain apart from fear.
Nevermore a day to weep,
but Joy to find in each life’s keep.
Hailed in the dawn that finds life’s true reap-
Wonder awakens and stirs us from sleep.
How Love does stun the door apart
as Grace floods into our written chart.
More, comes more, in a Holy Pour
The awe does stir our souls to adore.
© 2016 Linda Willows
I am covered low in love divine,
as one braced soft in a sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, Soul’s brine.
The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
with the hush of prayer, I bow low, sweet with tears,
Oh Father, Abba, my Lord, You are here.
© 2017. 2015 Linda Willows
Gazing out through God’s sky does wonder me,
I could be as a bird turned for flight, from a nearby tree…
Part of a flock that travels so free,
through the vast ocean of waves in winged jubilee.
I would spread my own span and lift into the blue,
caressing the clouds and fly right on through…
Finding my Own, my last and my First-
all of God’s sown, to quench this Heart’s thirst.
Fly on to the Heavens, fly past all time’s due…
Oh sweetness, This Love, I would fly straight to You.
©2015 copyright,2013 Linda Willows
Photograph by Dirk Juergensen