How I love you, child of mine ~by Linda Willows
How I love you, child of mine
more than a life, more than time.
Speak no more of past or crime
all was bleak, such seasons thine.
Each call hindered Heart and Vine.
There was no Hand to place in mine.
How could you know the ache that pours
when breath does want to spread its oars
held instead a captive of,
this long ago, this haunted love.
How I love you, now I pray
that God will find us all someday.
Where once was loss, may Grace find gain,
our breaths and hearts, one in Your Name.
Child of mine, you live in me
forever loved, for all to see
When I breathe let come to be…
our hearts joined in The Mystery.
©2013 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemal Kemil