“As I fall up” ~a poem by Linda Willows

Photograph by Liloni Luca
As I fall up
my arms stretch wide.
I feel a winged
sky born stride.
The clouds pass by
like mists that soar
and tumble round
soft Heaven’s door.
I wish no thing,
I want no more.
This Moment’s rise
‘tis All Adore.
Falling up I shed,
I leapt.
The Glory Light
flew in…
I wept.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photograph by Szczepan Podolec























