Hours bless the days with whispers of prose
as I walk in a garden of Winds graced with Rose.
Let me soft speak, even sing in hushed tone,
some few hallowed words from such Godly Roam.
Leave me and find me, all comes Home now.
I am in the dear fold, of the Lord of the Vow.
Words press upon page Light to kiss…
We each live among this Almighty bliss.
©2013; republish 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Ludmilla NG