“Come home to me now”………….a poem by Linda Willows
Come home, Come now, Come home to me.
There was a life of our own, overthrown, don’t you see.
In the shadow of memories, I called out to your nights,
Yet in pieces and silenced my own cries held no rights.
Come to me now, even come to me late.
I’ve grown old and I’ve bent the whole way to forsake.
I can’t give you still what was lost in the wake
Of our grieving, all left with eternal thieve’s take.
Tender hearts fall through the Grace of springs dew,
Asking permission to feel once with you.
Mist covered all of their dreams in the blue,
They slept, oh, they wept and danced in slow view.
Life does bend, it curls round and winds deep,
we search, we pray, falling towards your safe keep.
I loved in this life in the dearest of ways
Wrapped with my heart in Your sugar sky days.
I could bring what I own and set table for you.
It is humble, bare, yet my soul is there too.
Sit with me, share this grace, all rounds renew,
Where blossoms the Beauty, there I see Love too.
Linda Willows
Photograph by King Douglas
Take my Hand……..a poem by Linda Willows
Heart, dear…come along,
we are walking
we are new.
All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.
Round grow the blossoms
they, open for you.
Feel dear, how the winds lift…
As I turn, whirl, dance love’s hue.
Heart, dear…find the silence
lest my words all lost in weep.
Wonders, blessings, beauties,
these are all our to keep.
Please dear, see still yonder,
is a land that waits to greet.
Hand, dear, take my hand and
lift our journey soft to sweet.
Linda Willows
Photograph by G. Martin Fox
My deeply bowed head… ~a poem by Linda Willows
Your Love does drape and wash my heart,
It offers life, where once did depart,
the hopes and dreams of most humble start,
even my faith, oh Dear Lord, this deep part.
Honor restores with my deeply bowed head,
this journey, this world, how it turned, how it bled.
Give pardon and mercy, release Love’s embed,
come through my garden, sweep days ahead.
If Love does not reign all shall wither and die…
each creature, each mortal; we would rise in a cry.
Help find the cloak that would warm all our Souls,
and prompt all Hearts in most sacred ex-toll.
©2013 Linda Willows
Photograph by David Galstyan
I Hear You… ~a poem by Linda Willows
I hear you in the silence of…
sweet dreams of mine, that whisper Love,
in the night time of my breath,
the very mist of light and death.
I hear your heartbeat in my own…
strong, revered, as though one known,
sounded in the chambers of
my soul’s entire, here and above.
©2013 Linda Willows
Photography by Sfylwia Makris
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
Cup the Love’s Wine ~by Linda Willows
Heart of mine,
I bend to breath…
I stiffen, ache
as you break to Lead.
While your beating,
tempers my moon,
the might of its rivers,
take my fears
to full swoon.
Truth take the Core
of these flights to near doom
and wash me ashore
with your Hand’s cradled womb.
Heart of mine, bend,
cup the Love’s wine,
fill all the channels
with That which is Thine.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Gromova-Kal’Minsky
Empty Palm’s Grace ~by Linda Willows
Come forward, face the sun,
day blossoms as done.
Horizons lift into
life’s heart golden spun.
Walk from the silence
of the peace that comes due,
when the Heart is the frame
and Love, the View.
Ache with the calling
that stirs to become,
to touch all that Breathes
in the mystery of One.
Leave all, let fall;
no possession may keep…
deeply the motion,
even though heart may weep.
Found in the glory
of empty palms grace,
is the fill of a Kingdom
that brings Souls embrace.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Belyaeva Light
Meet me There ~by Linda Willows
Meet me there
in the sweet green knoll
breast of my Love,
that garden of ole.
Feel the grasses wind round
and blanket the earth
with palms turns upwards,
mounds of God’s mirth.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by John Wickline
Exhalted ~by Linda Willows
Exalted, I would ask this small,
this most infinitesimal
grain of all
to carry my heart,
and soul’s dear call
back to the
birthed,
That Created All.
Given, as love would implode
so wed to self as
lovers of old.
Heaven smiles,
she hums, she drifts,
carriage for such love extolled,
behold, she lifts.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Patrizia Burra
Color the Wind ~by Linda Willows
Pour,
spill,
leave nothing behind.
Color the wind
with my hearts dear unwind.
I’ll carry no burden
to weigh down
this flight.
At long last
my wings
are spread,
blue sky in sight.
Pour,
spill,
cleanse all I find..
Empty my vessel
and bear me no bind.
Near is the Sun,
I am new. I am shined.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Barry Wayne Ackerman
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Angel Soul ~by Linda Willows
The angel soul finds
this the darkest twine;
an ivy grown from garden mine,
bleeding to blush
the white softness of Thine.
Tempered, stilled,
a grieving old vine.
Sweet were all callings,
Oh then Lord I wept.
I needed to feel
that by You I’d be kept.
Twining my heart is a blush
kept to bear
Keeping me from you,
it needs so to wear…
Angel soul, dark entwine,
how will you find
Lord, the Sweet,
Divine All,
Loves’ true Enshrine.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Christian Weiss
Held ~by Linda Willows
Dropped like the petals of yesterdays bloom
this, as the leaves of my heart peeled too soon.
When is the bud, a promise, a hope,
how can time furrow all into cocoon.
Dare I open and shine in the sun,
brine the leaves as they warm in dew’s run.
This I would languish and freely desire
yet clipped in the winds would be fate’s conspire.
Dripping instead, are these petals so fair
almost naked to touch, soft, not dare,
core of a Heart that wanted to live.
Breathe in the air that God’s nature could give.
Blossom these petals and find their fair time.
Lift from the fragrance its’ sweetness sublime.
Open and tender the Heart deep to wide,
Let soft leaves caress and Hold Dear beside.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Enzo Perrazziello
Sweetness of the Falling ~by Linda Willows
Love, come to me, come near
my hear swells
to hear
the sweetness of all
that your
Presence brings near.
Love, see me,
bring light to me,
give some embrace…
all that I am does feel
such due grace.
Sweetness of the Falling
of All Love’s true will,
Place my Heart at the fount
of such River’s spill…
I long to return, to live
and remain,
in the arms
of a Love hath no end,
Soul to gain …
This, such I call and this I do love,
Oh heaven, remember,
I look to Above.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Nicholas Javed
Peace falls so gently ~by Linda Willows
falling peace down
lets soft,
lets round…
gently rolls from
deep veils
to new ground.
Simple, it allows,
it leaves,
all sound…
Silently
felling,
pure imprint
earth bound.
falling peace down
drifts
with gentle
sweet pleas…
as clouds
in dawn’s breeze,
wander fore,
to Love’s ease.
Peace falls
so gently,
it sways
to The way…
seeking its
makers,
revealed
in found Day.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Patrizia Burra
Loves’ dare ~by Linda Willows
What must have suspended the breath, this night
calming to tone with all sound of delight
The hum of a heavenly bird caught sight…
the sweet song’s divine yet innocent invite.
Can another make such peace so still, inferred,
winding throughout like incense and myrrh…
calling to hum with some magical confer,
Love dared to enter and left all with her.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemil Kemal
Loves’ Sigh ~by Linda Willows
Love dares to return
with most gentle refrain,
Lapping into waters,
that seek her warm gain.
Rocking sweet rhythms
that open hearts’ door,
Soaring through heavens
and gifting adore.
Softly I rise from my
dream of the night.
Finding Love wings on
my shoulders a light.
Flutter of beauty
caressed my heart bright,
As I sighed, let breath,
and smiled in delight.
©2012 Linda Willows
in the fields of Gods Almighty Mound ~by Linda Willows
Photograph above by Pawel Uchorczak
Love witnesses Itself in glory’s abound.
It plays in the fields of God’s almighty mound
In swirling designs that display beauty’s law,
It seeks our amaze as we tremor with awe.
I walk towards and into the Sacred Heart,
abandon all veils that would keep us apart.
Then swept into heavens’ that spur Loves ignite,
I am caressed in my Soul with the wondrous Light.
Held as dear Lover, true mate and One note,
I am flush with God’s cover, immersed to devote.
Now ever as witness, one that bears the embrace
A Soul, ever near, bow to Loves Holy face.
©2012 Linda Willows
Whisper, my heart whispers ~by Linda Willows
Whisper, my heart whispers,
and the silence will not come.
Love winds stir the chambers
and disrupt the peace yet done.
Shall I ever feel the words or
simply let them fall and run.
Shall I end this clever hiding;
give my heart its freedom won…
Simple to denounce all,
hide deep and cloak with the Still.
Adept at all the motions,
I have yet danced to mark my will.
Yet the whispers do not cease
and my soul does hear their call…
words ache into opening
and reveal Loves’ deep flawed fall.
Whisper, my heart whispers
and the silence will not come,
Peace, it measures justly
sees the heart, to Love succumb.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Shaun Stubley+
When the hills call me home ~by Linda Willows
When the hills call me home
I roam, I roam…
Entering the green
I know home, this my nome.
Nature enters the breath of my Soul
Whispers beauty, weeps to extol.
Let all rise, come to pray…
Home, Home, faraway,
Belong, be Love, Be here to stay.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Jody Miller
Held softly in my heart ~by Linda Willows
Let the winds of my heart
pour dear, pour more
sounding the words,
the notes that reach fore.
Vowels that ache
and moans left to call,
silence kept peace
like a pact not to fall.
Now the winds blow
and stir all to flee.
oh the kept messages,
burnt into me…
How could I love
and hold so much dear;
How could I turn
all my heart in to tears.
Find all the layers
that lifted to give…
free them, release them,
I want them to live.
I am not bound,
I am still here to see,
all rejoice in new love
that allows life to be.
Oh Peace, it comes lightly,
like winds of a new day.
softly in my heart,
held dear in Loves’ Way.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Leszek Paradowski
Wake me Wonder ~by Linda Willows
Walk me wonder,
through your halls
that whisper prayers
throughout
the dew dripped air.
Walk me wonder
walk me through
your mighty,
gentle Elder Greens.
my heart lifts as
the boughs
lean into my path
with embrace and care.
See me knowing
that yes,
I see; I dare.
Walk with me wonder
take me to
the still silence
that sings its’
own songs, oh,
such mirth, melody,
the monotone birth…
Wake me Wonder.
I dissolve to all
of your beauty,
weep for the joy
of your knowing,
touch the delicate
being that lives
and that the
most wondrous
love that gives.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Marek Kiedrowski
Love’s true leap ~poetry by Linda Willows
Fly me into to the marvel of You,
the wonder that pools deep inside iris blue.
See my Love lift and become Godly Dew,
misting the airs that soft wander through.
Fly me into the heart of your own,
the deep, full keeping of Love’s wonder sown.
I dive to the deep of full river’s keep,
this current, of wonder, of my Love’s true leap.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Billy Monday
Embrace ~by Linda Willows
Walk towards
all with
sweet steps new
ground soft warm,
reaches to you.
Love clouds beckon,
wide embrace
allow,
allow,
such touch of grace.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photography by Skyla
Love Revival ~by Linda Willows
Love tenders Itself back.
Found, and found again,
It nuzzles its
the way to the soft river bank
reaching its fingers
delicately through
the warm earthen clay.
Moist with the waters
of life conjoined,
Sacred in the moment
of all potential,
Love brightens with
clear blue pearls;
gifts of the Way.
Let her bless
the river bend with
new heart’s birth,
free in the current
new surges, new earth.
Like a jeweled fish
that floats to the morrow
her Love returns,
revives…deeply,
sweetly, in waves of joy,
without sorrow.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photography by Dmitry Ageev
