“Where goes my Soul” ~a poem by Linda Willows
Where goes my soul, Love follows near.
It bides, resides and tremors to
the presence of one only Tear.
Such aches to speak and tell of all
the mystery, the wondrous calls…
Symphonies that sound beyond
the Angels realm with life unbound.
All becomes in chords of Love.
My Soul is freed. I breathe above.
Take me farther than Love could weep.
My Soul does burst upon Thy Keep.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Goran Kalanj