“Oh Heart, Carve a Place for Forgiveness to Dwell”…a poem by Linda Willows

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Take one thousand years, the ones etched in my heart;
the longest forever’s, the keepsakes, the marks…
Then empty the chambers of all that pulls back-
what hides and winds secrets of pain and love’s lack.

Lord these are the hearts that most dearly need you,
the broken, the suffering, the lives lived deep through.
My own like some others, walked lone in the dark;
Pride takes the day until night strikes this Mark.

How long can we issue the commands of this “me”…
who we are, where we’ve been, all the glamour we see.
Where is the notice of honest assess.
A book of the pages that give hearts confess.

I am not better, not wiser – nor seen,
but I plea that these years give us pause to convene.
Open the race to the lost and unheard;
The broken that suffer world wide without words.
Theirs are the tears that our Savior does count.
One thousand, one million; His patients does mount.

Oh Heart carve a place for forgiveness to dwell,
Let the past fall to Now in His Mercy’s groundswell.
May each come to bare in the innocence of
a sweetness that comforts with limitless love.

Thousand years to forever we all join the fore,
Emboldened, entrusted to walk through God’s door.
Bare me, Lord dare me, I would walk, I would do…
All in your namesake, Lord. Lead us to You.

© rebpublish 2016, 2015 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod

“Joy at Love’s Pour”…..a poem by Linda Willows

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My Lord you bid my heart to cry…
You sway my soul with a lifted sigh.
Closer than from a stilled Lit Throne,
All beckons; becomes and brings me home.

Joy reaped from the years that time did find;
Grace forwarded all mined true, as Thine.
Lord, find me praying, singing out at the door.
This pilgrim dissolves into joy at Love’s Pour.

My Lord you bid my heart to cry…
You sway my soul with a lifted sigh!
Take my hand, my life; brace all in your Own
and lead me into Your Kingdom known.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Lara Jade

“The Moment that God Made”…..a poem by Linda Willows

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Stillness comes in the sweet summer’s green eve,
I sit in the vast and gaze; I believe.
All becomes wonder, a calm hushed serene-
cast in the joy of surrender’s unseen.

Whenever the tender breeze floats by
my heart lifts song with a softened sigh,
as though a lullaby from far above…
had gently blessed us all with Graced love.

Green feathered leaves dance in the sun’s late light,
rustling, whispering; they reach to delight!
How deep is my awe of the moment that God made…
undisturbed, unknown and from heaven portrayed.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“The folds of Heart Wrinkles”….a poem by Linda Willows

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I am covered deep in His Love divine,
until joy weeps though each tear that lines
the folds of heart wrinkles, time lapped through years,
mending, unbending, with the joy of His spheres.

Come sweetly into these blessed imprints
as life’s all presses into the sacred Light’s glint.
I look out, all around, smile inside and remain…
here with You in Heart and in the hold of Your Reign.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod

“This ancient cathedral of God’s sweet serene”…..by Linda Willows

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Heart curves to the Face of such beauty as seen,
‘Tis Nature’s sweet bidding’s and tender Light’s green,
That eases all burdens and grasping’s that lean;
This ancient cathedral of Gods’ sweet serene.

Come close and allow me to breathe all of You,
Love blesses each morning that sprinkles the dew,
I pray that Your wonders could wrap me full through,
Your Hidden…such Beauty; we are safe in It’s pew.

Let me hear the sweet whispers of how the wind sings,
I long to remember the chords that would ring
As the Heavens would fly through the trees tops, soft swing.
Let me bend, bind and mend, in the grace of Our King.

©2012 Linda Willows, republish 2016

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Photograph by Sergian

“I am to be Blessed”…a poem by Linda Willows

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My heart does joy in His Love’s near embrace…

Empties all in confess before sweet Holy’s Face.

Such marveled Adore, my all seized by Thee…

This birth in galore, I am Adoptee.

 

Holy instant thunders witness of moment’s true Grace;

Seals atonement’s decree throughout Covenant trace.

 

Heart lifted of sin, in immortal unlock.

Through Jesus, Salvation, our Pillar, the Rock.

Oh heart share this joy, I am to be Blessed,

Ecstatic love humbles; God’s door has been pressed.

 

© Linda Willows 2016, original 2014

“Mercy’s All”….a poem by Linda Willows

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Come forth, come out you whispered wail,
I hear the heart that pours the tale.
Memories tumble in haunted detail;
They hold, they sting, they cling to the veil.

Yet-“Forward leading, Love preceding…
All brings hope in the dawn of today.
Might receiving, Grace exceeding,
Lord, your yoke is Mercy’s way.”

We suffer the mortal humblings that gain
an entry to the threshold of glory, not pain.
Pray that our hearts be brave, never slain…
and victor of all of Thy Kingdom in Reign.

And-“Forward leading, Love preceding;
All bear the Name that heard His Call.
Mortal Hearts be lifted, gifted…
Suffer no more within Mercy’s All.”

© 2016 Linda Willows