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
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
Oh Wrap my self through, Lord ~by Linda Willows
You are my Heart, the fire, my sight in the night
bearer of wisdom and keeper of Light.
Stay near, I love, I give you my life…
Not part, but all and atonement from strife.
Bear from my soul, a humble walk’s bend,
to Your shining extend, a Grace without end.
Keep me, Receive Me, Oh wrap my self through,
Find me with Heart, one given to You.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Barry Wayne Ackerman
My Prayer ~Linda Willows….”tears reach upwards…”
Last night most us had a moment of pause after the unspeakable events that unfolded during the day at Sandy Hook Elementary School. The shock of what happened was so great that for many, it took time to fathom the unthinkable. We each found the “hour” when the tidal wave of grief from this tragedy struck and we bowed our heads in prayer for the suffering of the families, the children and the indelible wound that has marked the Heart of our Society.
Late into the night, my chest tightened, eyes could not stay closed; I sat upright and curled forward into deep sobbing. I felt all the Vigils, all the prayers and was moved to join with those of Love and Goodwill of every faith that were creating light in this world, Love here and hereafter by turning to God. This one call is the greatest and most powerful one, It bids all that is Holy to enter into our Lives. It can turn our tears into waters which nourish a healing that inspires action, compassionate living and change.
When I am alone in the wee hours of the morning, I too can become like a child. I can fear. I can want to feel safe. Tears reach upwards. As a child of God, I pray…
“Lord, come close to me. Keep me folded in your Breast. Let me be Near and Know You. Hear my Heart as it calls in Love for You. Dear Lord; I turn my face to You, seeking to know Your Way in all things. Help me to fill with Light and Love that Compassion and Healing may form as a lamp within my Heart.
For Your Presence, I am grateful, humbled by the power of Your Love and Divine Embrace. For You, Lord, I turn to my own Heart and to this World with Love. Light the Lantern, my God, as I walk and breathe and live forward.”
Amen.
With all of my Love to each and all,
Linda
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
One Breath to Dawn ~a poem by Linda Willows
One Breath to Dawn,
from misted dark night
Comes soon the bright,
home to warm all with might.
Moments brought along,
mark themselves in Love song.
Night calls out to Day
with a yearning heart’s belong.
Listen, hear the chords
that rise with Love’s Hue…
They dance and entwine
with the deep earth’s imbue.
Comes like a wave the next sacred Tone,
rising to crest then ascending to Throne.
Now, midst the calling, bid the sweet tender word
Whispered, as from angels, secret callings are heard…
…One Breath to Dawn
from misted dark night,
brings to waking, an enthrall,
and to a Spirit, bright delight.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Bodó Miklós
Love spared, heart dared… ~a poem by Linda Willows
Love spared, heart dared
lost and fallen
wooden
cared.
All the turns
that burned
to fire
now keep a
dark and
painful hire.
Keep that wooden
wordless weep.
It hallows from
some lost place deep.
Let her whisper in no speak
words no care, no
dare to leak…
shine about, one
small and caught
tears to little to
be sought. Not important
Wait until. An hour, or day
that listens will.
Not here, not now
no place for me.
I burn the silence
deep, deep in thee
hollow wooden wordless weep
that promise of
my turn to keep.
Heartfull time..
time to speak,
not now, this hour
this time, this week.
swallow heart
and tear to tow
no one needs
to feel
to know.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Mohammadreza Rezania
Allow me entry to God’s art… ~poem by Linda Willows
Bring me to the glory.
Bring the promise of the True.
Fall away these clouds of story,
fall away until adieu.
Finding this, my Heart’s own core,
Stir it deeply, curl it more.
Tenderly lift Love’s Brightest White,
Until it shines right through night.
Shine this simple, love-struck Heart
upon your silent Soft Bright Door,
allow me entry to God’s Art;
Truth, abundant wisdom lore,
oh Heart, I need Thee; I love more…
©2012 Linda Willows
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
I feel loved… ~a poem by Linda Willows
I am filled, I feel loved,
softly tender,
I am held.
I know nothing.
I know All.
I am pulled
by thrust that calls.
Deep inside,
all moves and shifts.
as if some dance
takes me on lifts.
I Breathe.
It weeps…
I Sigh and smile
inside as bliss does keep.
I feel called high.
My arms raise.
My hands praise.
I feel the adore
in self and soul and more.
Such God revealed in verse from above;
Walk, Live, Become…
Share the sacred trail of Love.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Lyubovitch
I am the Heart ~a poem by Linda Willows
I am the heart that beats until
there is no other silenced will,
in places that would rather still,
I challenge yet to feel and spill.
Dare me not to fall away.
Dare my soul to rise this day,
wrapping each my own fate’s stay
with love that keeps, that binds my way.
When season comes to find me home,
I will be softened, roamed to bone;
lived within each corner of stone
that bound and pulled this life from throne.
But due will be the glory of
such mighty freedoms from above.
My Heart should find its dear Belove,
and there be with all deepest Love.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photographs by Romina Dughero
Love’s Enthrall ~a poem by Linda Willows
When sun does find my moon and sigh,
I pray to blithely spirit fly…
above the treetops in skyline
and onwards to such homeward thine.
My Heart be known for due review.
Let all the corners pour on through.
I fess, confess and kneel for bless,
as soul entire seeks Thy Caress.
Let my dancing soul’s recall
be one that offers loves enthrall,
and binds me closers still to Thee,
The Heart that Beats…Eternity.
©2012 Linda Willows
In Solitaire ~a poem by Linda Willows
In solitaire I walk this morn,
with non but light’s soft hue adorn.
Within this path that finds my soul,
I pray Gods’ keeping, life found whole.
For in taking of all things;
the swift removal times can bring…
I root myself upon one Bright
and dearest thing with every might…
In solitaire the Soul is known
begotten, loved and never Lone.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kupavna
to this Love spilled… ~a poem by Linda Willows
but Love
when it came
oh…
my eyes filled to brim
waters soft on laced rims
that shone
into
their own
dreams,
sliding
like
the quickened
alone…
an angel
redeemed
and received,
her Heart
conceived,
delivered
into…the Love
of
some One.
filled,
oh..my eyes
to this love spilled.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photography by Turestskiy
The dreamer ~a poem by Linda Willows
Fragile hush lures and softens to sleep,
the dreamer curls into white wanderings deep;
lush set amidst all the furrows where keep,
such nectar that heals the innermost weep.
Soft is the wrapping of Love’s dear behold,
beneath all seed born of the rapture of gold.
Fragile hush covers to blanket the consoled,
and tenders the place where lies Hearts’ sweet unfold.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Love finds me… ~a poem by Linda Willows
Love finds me falling into its grace deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part very far,
from this Heart of Love’s reap,
not by distance nor star.
Find me in the shining of far light above.
It hovers, yet reaches to come near to love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Love comes near to touch and I fall into swoon.
Love finds me falling into its graced soul,
tendered with prayers that invoke Gods’ extol.
Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee.
I am washed, filled within, with soul of devotee.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by AlexanderNerozrya
the edges ~a poem by Linda Willows
edges are founding inside of my heart,
building until the sharp features give start,
bending my poise and ladylike art
they stab at my stance and pull wonder apart.
what permit gives rise to a vein shudder this
one shadowed and darkly, red tidings dismiss,
though heart beats so slowly amidst all remiss…
the edges are forming that lead to abyss.
oh God, let the woman to harken some heed,
listen, or take any balm she may need…
will You be the one that is the intercede
before all the edges fill hearts’ core to bleed.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jaroskav Monchak
Lifting Wonder…~a poem by Linda Willows
…And so beyond I find such a miracle bright,
it lifts all wonder, Oh holy, this sight.
Can it be the same, that single One Light
that burrowed, furrowed; and merged its Might?
How I lasted through such days and long Night,
with heart held tightly, kept dearly from fright.
What beauty of Dawn does come to this Day
The Heavens do whisper all blues that would pray…
I Stood, Stand still and followed all through,
That Call that lasted though deep darkness hue…
All Loves That bright with such witness to Shine,
Step forward, we build to Love’s Lifeline Shrine.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photograph by Vladimir Popovitch
Come Softly ~a poem by Linda Willows
Photograph by Serjio
Come softly as the breath falls low,
Sweetly in as with Love’s flow.
I wish no other now at last.
Three breaths I have.
Three breaths to task.
One to leave as all I know,
The memories, paths, all left to go…
Forgotten moments still to breach
Many tremors left to tow.
Next to exhale as pure love
For all the beauty, the sweetness of
Each day, each moment that I knew,
That Lord, it was all, All completely You.
The last to Trace as lone Breath’s Grace
I catch the Wind as She leaves Embrace.
This my own, my only one Face
Ever was true…in the days of this place.
Leave falling low
Fall softly still
What can be this Heart’s true will…
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Susana Munoz
“The Love Ravine…” ~a poem by Linda Willows
When the White bends
it falls so far
so deeply from
the Bright, its’ Star…
Alone it keeps
it’s darkened plight.
The flower weeps.
It lives in night.
It grasps, it seeks
it needs, it keeps…
the flower’s Light,
It’s Lover sleeps.
What Breath to press
upon such need,
to bend the true
Love budding feed?
Come breathe, come flow,
vein open, all to go.
This bending aching
Light’s retraction
needs the full and due
of Love extraction.
Come the breathing,
come the airs.
Come the Whites
such calls despair.
Beauty pressing,
naked petals.
All of longing lives between.
Leave the bended, unrelenting
founded whites to now be seen.
Let the way
that Touched the air
and found it fair
return the light, repeal, repent
Oh Bright…just dare.
The White must bloom
They take the day
No other bend
may shape the way
Come anywhere,
come as before
come with no tear,
come with no war…
Bring all the Bright,
all seen between,
send each as true
in thy Brightened Being
Bend the Light steepened,
now redeemed,
forsaken from such Love Ravine.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Piet Flour
“Soul kissed” ~a poem by Linda Willows
Heaven touched my face and lips,
as dew in gentle spirits kiss.
It rushed these Petals here for bliss
that I may feel Soul of such Wish.
Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.
That and all born tender such…
as Heaven finds my Heart’s Love’s Touch,
is Wondrous, Kind and dear to the tips
of Soul met parts of this Heart, due kissed.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photograph by Esteban Rios
“Where goes my Soul” ~a poem by Linda Willows
Where goes my soul, Love follows near.
It bides, resides and tremors to
the presence of one only Tear.
Such aches to speak and tell of all
the mystery, the wondrous calls…
Symphonies that sound beyond
the Angels realm with life unbound.
All becomes in chords of Love.
My Soul is freed. I breathe above.
Take me farther than Love could weep.
My Soul does burst upon Thy Keep.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Photograph by Goran Kalanj
