These sacred flames burrow in to out
winding the bend of Godly route.
Forming new life in creations hold,
in Gods own hand my soul quickens bold.
Reaching in, knowing sacred blood given,
Called breath to heart, then glory risen.
Holy might does bind this seed.
Treasured to Love, bear fruit, live freed.
Captured with wind, a dance with light,
motions my heart to quake in this night.
The flame of love meets shining embrace
as I lean to Our Lord, of such Mercy, all Grace.
© 2014 Linda Willows
Photograph appreciation to David Galstyra