“Star shine, Soul’s brine”…..a poem by Linda Willows

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I am covered low, in love divine,
as one braced soft in sacred vine.
A wreath by day, thou lights heart shrine.
And come the night, Star shine, soul’s brine.

The eyes of Heaven opened, revered.
Holy, holy, Our Lord comes near.
A hush of prayer bows low, sweet with tears.
Oh Father, Abba, Our Lord, He is here.

© 2015 Linda Willows

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