Love witnesses Itself in Glory’s abound.
It plays in the fields of God’s almighty mound
In swirling designs that display beauty’s law,
It seeks our amaze as we tremor with awe.
I walk towards and into Sacred Heart,
abandon all veils that would keep us apart.
Then swept into heavens that spur Love’s ignite,
My soul is caressed with such wondrous Light.
Held as dear lover, true mate, and One note,
I am flush with God’s cover, immersed to devote.
Now ever as witness, one that bears the embrace
A soul, ever near, bows to Loves Holy Face.
©2012 Linda Willow; reprint 2014
Photography by Belua Gheorghe