I stand upon such sacred ground
not born of this world, yet here in Heart’s mound.
Tender to touch, still fragile as dust,
I pray Love to be found in all Life’s abound.
Willing to open with the Graced gentle flow,
I cast all lost tears and lay rest as I go.
Swept thus into, the whole of Love’s Reign;
my soul, I pray, is freed in God’s gain.
©2012 Linda Willows