On Bended Knee ~a poem by Linda Willows
On bended knees I find my own,
the way of simple letting known.
Freed are all the burdens kept
out they flew, oh out they lept…
I bowed by head to let all dim,
The Love, came then, it soared, poured in.
My all curled toward the mercy Bright.
I fold my heart around this light.
Wrap me round and fill me tight,
I never want to leave this sight.
Let the fetters of the day,
find their way without my say.
I need to Love on bended knee,
it is how I learn to ever see,
that all is so much farther than,
the Whole and heart of even me.
Life, its source, its beauty of…
comes free, but Let from far above,
and when we bend our lives to love
with care and deep humility,
we touch the portals that do hold
the embrace of sacred love extolled.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemil Kamal