My soul does rise from unseen Breath
A spirit Holy gives me nest,
and though I have no place to rest
upon Its Promised Love request,
a newborn heart in me does crest.
I died; all fell through a mull of obscure,
The Lord witnessed my pride so full and secure.
It told all the tales and the stories that moored…
and buffered my ego with life and grandeur.
What idols fell in the fall of such night
when sinking earth covered all such plight.
Old ashes burned with the glow of false might
forgotten to me with the gift of new sight.
Die to live and fall to rise.
What shapes the birth of a soul’s revise…
Heaven is open’s at the bend of the Heart.
Thus humbled; so Graced, God was never apart.
O rise within me. Grant open Your Sky.
Hear me from the Kingdom High.
Light that shines too Bright to face.
Open my heart. Find me a place.
Please take my ashes and scatter the wind.
My heart is repentant; so much to rescind.
In the light of your Glory, I bow at the door,
waiting upon your Love’s Joy in the fore.
The seasons have past and all is your Own.
Life is sweet weeping and joy comes full sown.
A moment, an hour, each time that I reach
The fullness of You is too precious for speech.
Living within you breathes me and moves
draws in a fullness that softens and soothes.
This a new Heart, new birth to be free.
All is a praise, Your glory’s decree!
How can I ever have words even ways,
that tell of the Love that I see when I gaze.
Only say this when you see me reach up,
She Loves Him, she’s with Him, for all of her days
© 2015 Linda Willows
photograph by David Pruess