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
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
Heart, dear, come along,
we are walking, we are new.
All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.
Round grows the blossoms
turning towards like dancers on cue.
Feel how the winds lift
motioning color into a maze of new hues.
Heart, dear, take the silence
lest my words become lost in weeping.
Such wonder walks amidst beauty,
forever blessings come in the reaping.
Please, dear, see beyond,
a land here waits to greet.
Heart, dear, take my hand
and let our journey soft to sweet.
© 2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by G. Martin Fox