“With Petals at Thy feet”….a poem by Linda Willows

Alive in your heavenly’s, all the flowers do bloom
the trees stand in grandeur,
they gaze through glory rooms.

All winds sway with mercies,
the lights shine upon Your way,
the airs whispers song….
in the soft wind to pray.

All twines round the Mount’s beauty,
were life reaches to meet…
like vines grown to render
the sweet hue of Love’s greet.

Find my heart there, Lord,
amidst petals at Thy feet…
washed in like dawns’ dewdrops
reflections, Lord, sweet.

Garnish holy vine
now with pearls of sea,
and send on this prayer, Lord, with petals from me.

©2016 Linda Willows

Photograph by Susana Munoz

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