Sacred Hill Misted ~a poem by Linda Willows
Life sparks to rare
in your green misted air
filled with the magic,
the mystic, the night solitaire.
No single one can
lay claim or come heir,
to a sacred hill misted
with God’s Holy Air.
© Linda Willows
Photograph by Ben Marar
Like this:
Like Loading...
This entry was posted on October 31, 2012 by Linda Willows. It was filed under Inspiration, Love, Poetry, Spirituality, WordPress and was tagged with God, inspiration, Love, photos, Poetry, the Sacred, The Sacred Journey, the soul, The Soul Journey.
Your thoughts, feelings and reflections are welcome, just like you!
The Sacred is forever with us in Nature’s ways
Of Being there for all to see, but subtly hidden.
E’n the Mystic passing by can miss the signs
That shine with Sacred Light. The Lord behold!
October 31, 2012 at 4:03 pm
yes Linda we make a pair
I send all my love to you
Take care Geoff
October 31, 2012 at 6:09 pm
So lyrical… I can hear the music of your words.
Beautiful, Linda.
November 1, 2012 at 1:19 am
BEAUTIFUL WORDS!
BE ENCOURAGED! BE BLESSED!
November 1, 2012 at 3:15 am
Just beautiful
November 1, 2012 at 9:25 am
Beautifully written.
November 2, 2012 at 4:25 am