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
Heaven touched my face and lips,
as dew in gentle Spirit’s kiss.
It rushed these Petals here for bliss
that I may feel Soul of such wish.
Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.
That and all born tender such
as Heaven finds my Heart’s love’s touch,
is wondrous, kind and dear to the tips
of Soul, met parts, of this Heart, when kissed.
©2012 Linda Willows, republished 2014
Photograph by Esteban Rios