Come home. Come now. Come home to me.
There was a life of our own; overthrown, don’t you see.
In shadows, memories, and stories untold,
Pieces lay bound in these hearts by blindfold.
Come to me now, even come to me, late.
I’ve grown old and I’ve bent all the way to forsake.
I can’t give you still what was lost in the wake.
Such grieving pulled down in some eternal thieve’s take.
I could bring what I own and set table for you.
It is humble and bare, yet my soul is there too.
Come to sit with me, dears, I have so much to tell.
My heart lives here with you, even after all fell.
©2012 Linda Willows
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Linda's own walk includes writing, prayer, and daily devotion, "surely, I know less and less as this heart empties to the wonders of Seeing Christ".
With a love for people expanded by extensive world travels and grateful joy in her heart, she is usually caught in a smile. Willows was the Founder and Director of a Humanitarian NGO with the United Nations for more than 20 years and is a former professional Ballet Dancer.
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To sit and share the stories of how we find our way back to His table–such a feast it will be!
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Dearest Linda, of the things I know for certain ~ only these ~ always throw salt over your left shoulder ~ plant rosemary by your garden gate ~ add pepper to your cantaloupe ~ nurture roses and lavender, for luck ~ and fall in love whenever you can. ~ This is enough. Enough to keep you warm long beyond your days. ~ Lovely, as ever! ~ Bobbie
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how beautiful, Bobbie. thank you with love!
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Love you……….. 🙂
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yes, stories be told, lives lived out, heart broken and born…all on the singular quest that we roam…
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Oh Wow, oh WOW–I’m rendered dumb, Linda. Such a yearning pull in this one, and I’m just taken along.
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and such as I wrote- yes deep yearning, Caddo, you have understood it well.
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The wisdom of the heart as the wind calls out your name again…
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yes, Peter. The Wind did call out my name….., what a beautiful phrase, thank you
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I only have one word for it Linda:
Wow!!
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Thank you! I am so glad that you felt this one! It was very heartfelt and meant much to me. I feel so pleased for your feedback! love to you, Linda
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Thank you for sharing . this beautiful poetry!
“Come to me now, even come to me, late.
I’ve grown old and I’ve bent all the way to forsake.
I can’t give you still what was lost in the wake.
Such grieving pulled down in some eternal thief’s take.”
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I am so gratified that you felt this poem. Thank you for writing in. Much appreciated, Linda
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Trust is not difficult to recognize what is shining! Thank you ,
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