Such sacred flame burrows in to out,
winding the bend of a Godly route.
Forming new life in creation’s hold,
for in Gods own hand, my soul quickens bold.
Reaching in, all vows sacred given,
Breath called to my heart, then by Glory risen.
Holy might does bind this seed,
Treasured to Love, bear fruit, live freed.
Captured by wind, a dance with this Light,
All motions my heart to quake this night.
The flame of Thy Love met shining embrace;
I lean, my heart gleaned by God’s Mercy, His Grace.
© 2016 Linda Willows, original 2013
Photograph by Tatiania Struck