“The folds of Heart Wrinkles”….a poem by Linda Willows


I am covered deep in His Love divine,
until joy weeps though each tear that lines
the folds of heart wrinkles, time lapped through years,
mending, unbending, with the joy of His spheres.

Come sweetly into these blessed imprints
as life’s all presses into the sacred Light’s glint.
I look out, all around, smile inside and remain…
here with You in Heart and in the hold of Your Reign.

© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod