My heart is reaching down to a dare
I breathe into its’ hallowed air
Will I find some secret rare?
Or be swallowed in a pulse of its hidden cares?
No love real greeted, nor sweetness here
in this secretive, wordless and swollen seat.
What hidden voices hide behind this hearts beat?
Oh, there is a pause from what I find near.
Yet I breathe into a stillness rare.
My heart wants to stop before I am there.
Does God forsake those in moments this bare?
No…these heartbeats are gifted with Eternity’s Prayer.
Come, find me breathing and held by Love’s Heart
born at the Mercy of a dawning new start.
Dare all the bold to bow down before He.
Oh humble, such tumbles, let all glory rise free.
That Sweetness does greet with the Grace of gift’s plea.
©2012 Linda Willows