Bring me to the glory. Bring the promise of the True.
Fall away these clouds of story, fall away until adieu.
Finding this, my Heart’s own core, Stir it deeply, curl it more.
Tenderly lift Love’s Brightest White, Until it shines right through night.
Shine this simple, love-struck Heart upon your silent Soft Bright Door,
allow me entry to God’s Art; Truth, abundant wisdom lore, oh Heart, I need Thee; I love more…
©2012 Linda Willows