Photograph by Sergio Occhiuzzo
Turn the whole of me to Thou
I twist, I ache, I burn, I bow…
In the narrow veins come low
still dwells such prayer, the ones that know…
that in those parts that dwell all of,
even there need be more your Love.
Turn my face, my arch, my All.
Put whole of me within Thy enthrall.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Katerina Lomonosov