“Each Hilltop is Home” ~by Linda Willows


Each Hilltop is Home

I draw your deep green deep inside as a salve
Each memory and sight deeply soothes each heart valve.
Life softens and breathes; wraps its own in such care
That Love presses in from All everywhere.

Living valleys lie between all the hilltops bright.
They unfold a safe nest of their peace at twilight.
Even when in deep slumber with the trees and starlight,
I am held by the green, by an All tender might.

I join new day with each path through Life’s Art
The trees bend forward, shade begins to part.
Each hilltop is home as I stand and admire
Your green, the unseen and nature All, the Entire.

©2012 Linda Willows

 

 

(photo credit: Ovidiu Satmari)

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9 thoughts on ““Each Hilltop is Home” ~by Linda Willows

  1. Truly beautiful. You really know how to stir an image! And I have to say, I love your last name. Ever since I was a child, I have loved the name Willow, especially as a first name.

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    1. a fascinating topic, with a life of its own! Maybe “Findhorn”! The Love in each cell of God’s Being, perhaps. My heart’s adore is fed by a sense of God’s presence and purity in Nature, “the Green”; connection opens Love, the essence shared by the Entire, seen and Unseen.

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  2. Beautiful, Linda. I believe it was Keats who said, ‘The poetry of the earth is never dead’. As for me, as long as there are rivers, I shall live within the canyons; as long as there are mountains, I shall wear the breath of God. Truly inspired work. ~ Love you, B

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  3. Oh, those blessed, green, green hills of home, Linda! How many thousands of times have those mental pictures carried me through a grey morning into new and warmer light! Wonderful post you have so graciously given us here.

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  4. My heart stirs with the words you so artfully write here……I find that place in me that beats with life that has seen hurt and been healed…finding solace and a home in the earth….the contrast of that to the lost feelings I have had in this roaming here are more defined each day….but never forgotten….for I do never want to forget a single moment here, no matter the pain or the carnal ecstasy….I used to be ashamed of things I could not understand that took up residence in me….and even though I still have much more learning to do it is getting a little easier as I join the cycle of life….the letting go and the coming back again….the dying and the new birth….it is all around about me….and in this now I see how much I am like my mother earth, and however unbalanced, I ever always have been….thus my home is found, as I take my seat on that long train……
    love to you
    Celeste

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