The Splendorous Abound ~ Poetry of Linda Willows

When I send vision forth with vow of devotee
The Real, deeply sealed; may still elude me.
I could gaze on for days into spectacles ablaze
Yet still be at play with some lesser light’s rays.

Blindfold me then to anything less
I surrender my own, my all, I confess.
Let the entire of my senses bow low in sacred ground.
That the splendorous abound of Your True Light be found.

©2012 Linda Willows

 

 

(photo: Romina Dugherovv)

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6 thoughts on “The Splendorous Abound ~ Poetry of Linda Willows

  1. What I truly yearn for–the “splenderous abound of Your True Light.” Gorgeous photographic and word imagery–so wrenching and quenching both of the heartstrings.

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