Heart-Winds…poetry of the heart, stirred by the Spirit of Love which motions us towards God; our own journey to the Everlasting.


“Prevail”…..a poem by Linda Willows


The toiled fragile weave that blankets this cry,
echoes far deep from within darkened heart’s sigh.

Undo this pressed coil that sears, Lord, it burns;
insignia formed as life left to adjourn.

Lift not the cover lest all spill in vain,
without Mercy, or Grace to hold the lost one’s refrain.

Mark every cry with the stain of His blood;
Given, Forgiven, washed through in Love’s flood.

Heart you must turn from such pain to Prevail..
when covered by sighs of the night’s broken derail.

Honor the Voice that intercedes death;
that steadies all Love and exhales our Lord’s Breath.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Fren Hendrick

The Days of the Miraculous…..a poem by Linda Willows


“The Days of the Miraculous”…..by Linda Willows

Oh Lord when you act, you awe us, you thrill,
miracles multiply, spinning out of Your will.
How you astound all that lives, all you hold…
the fruits of Your Love for the world to behold.

Glory leaps as we near, to revere All that holds,
our own lives in Your care, in such veins of Heart bold.
We witness You hallowed in a shrine of Love’s light…
Yet more, Father more than our mere eyes have as sight.

In the Glory, we wake and see a dewdrop reflect
a rainbow from Heaven in it’s reverent depth.
How much more can it be that you carry us through
All the days of life’s miraculous, wonders’ to view.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“Pray, wake the Dream”…..a poem by Linda Willows


Lord let the words that drew paths upon,
my own heart and my mind, come into Your view.
Time and space lost to host such a tempest’s own queue,
that slumber has paved a path due for renew.

Dreams such as these steal your own, the True.
How marked our wanderings can fall far away-
Led by such promptings and pulls like a plow pulled astray.

When I awaken the clamor astounds.
Love spills and cries for His Name to resound.
Pray, wake the dream that my heart be not bound.

Lord, place in me, the will of devout;
A longing to “see”, to remind and account…
Sweep on throughout as a wind would caress,
It’s own field of Love’s bounty; it’s garden to bless.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“And was Godly made”…..a poem by Linda Willows


“And was Godly Made”…..a poem by Linda Willows

In the womb of love, I felt your sweet start,
a secret, such hope and new dreams filled my heart.
My life filled up and tendered like new,
as God made your form in my own for His view.

Miracle day birthed your wondrous cry out
the start of life’s breath; I heard your soul shout…
“Me, I am. I am here, for the joy, for…at last.”
Hold me tight, hold me warm, hold me love- birth has passed.

Into my arms you curled as love made.
Eyes blue as the dawn when the daybreak had prayed.
Your heartbeat was laid upon my waiting love’s nest.
And all the world stopped, as my son took his first rest.

© 2016 Linda Willows
This poem is dedicated to mothers, everywhere, whose love for their sons and daughters begins in the womb and follows to all eternity- for all are Godly made and live belonging to God alone.

“Time stopped for Joy’s graze”…..a poem by Linda Willows


“Time stopped, for Joy’s graze”……a poem by Linda Willows

How quiet has stilled all the slopes and the streets,
as nature has taken these days in it’s keep.
Thunderous snow and winds do blow
with awe we witness the winter’s show.

God did shake the clouds last night
and fill them all with sparkles of white.
He gathered the air and sent it in gusts,
like ripples in an ocean, His waves in sky thrusts.

Out of my window, I marvel, I gaze-
all is a white kingdom in shimmering haze.
Covered are all of our blunders and grays;
Life for these moments,
carved like time stopped, for joy’s graze.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“Joy’s Evermore”…..a poem by Linda Willows


Joy’s Evermore….by Linda Willows

Testify this heart to the Singular One…
Again each hour, bring ‘fore Lights’ Son.

Guard through each day and night-time’s cover,
should words or thought rise, that give creed to another.

Holy One, bring me in…to the hours of You
Let in the fire of your sacred Own…
everlasting Soliloquy.

Word imprinted upon all time’,
Found God-Breathed in scripture thine.

Bend my life, it’s path, and heart to adore,
The ways of Your law; your Life as Joy’s door.

Heaven here within thy own gate.
Dear Lord, I pray- keep me in your wait,

With mind and heart’s joy in delight evermore.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“The Promise”…..a poem by Linda Willows

“The Promise”…by Linda Willows

For all joy the heart keeps, still in times we feel loss,
Abandon, life’s fate, or the circumstances’ cost.
Whatever is chosen, the moment is dear,
for surely what happens comes by what we fear.

Whatever we plead from love to come forth,
seems the price of our loss as it draws back in force.
Yet Promise is stronger than any life course…
We are granted our fill from Birth moment until
the Secret unveils and Our God’s Love prevails.

Hand in heart, Joy not apart…our life does not lose.
Hope does not depart.
We are the ones that must love more and choose.
Never the ending in this mortal life:
We boast of this grandeur with only more strife.

See the Joy now and don’t shed the tear;
God’s Glory is triumph beyond all that appears.
Clasp on to the “other” with all might and love,
We all are in His family, and Heaven above.

© 2016 Linda Willows


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