Let no more whispers fall without
My arms and heart to wrap about.
T’s all the calls that I have made
to Universe and Heavens glades.
Wishing that my heart be heard,
my simple message, word by word.
Glory is the shine of We.
It holds my heart, it beckons me.
I live to love but more, you see;
to toil the heart in Name of Thee
and lift the whispers to Your Pew…
As I fall in, and through, to All, to You.
©2012 Linda Willows