All of heaven reaches your branches;
all of the earth beside your depths,
I pray beside your deep green wonder,
like a child with heart’s new breaking thunder.
The grass beneath is warm and soft,
a nest to hold this wandering guest
that all tender souls might reach to your bend,
and fold in the arms of this of God’s tend.
Oh, keep me near such arms bound and set free;
held close in their fold, wrapped dear in mercy.
The substance of love reaches out as foretold;
my heart is embraced in the grasp of sweet hold.
Soft Heaven, Pray leave me, here tenderly.
I am sheltered, caressed and held by Love’s own decree,
captive of no other than Thee.
© 2011 Linda Willows republish 2017