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
Where goes my soul, Love follows near;
It abides, resides and tremors endear…
bids the presence of one, one only tear.
Such aches do speak and tell of all-
the mystery and the wondrous calls.
Symphonies that sound beyond
the Angel’s realm with life unbound.
All Becomes in the chords of Love.
My Soul is freed. I breathe above.
Take me farther than Love could weep.
My Soul does burst upon Thy Keep.
©2015 Linda Willows republish/rework from 2012
Photograph by Goran Kalanj