“My Soul Quickens Bold”….a poem by Linda Willows


The sacred flame burrows in to out,
winding the bend of a Godly route.
Forming new life in creation’s hold,
in Gods own hand, my soul quickens bold.

Reaching in, all vows Sacred given,
Breath called to heart, then Glory risen.
Holy might does bind this seed,
Treasured to Love, bear fruit, live freed.

Captured with wind, a dance with Light,
All motions my heart to quake this night.
The flame of love met shining embrace;
I lean into Our Lord of such Mercy, all Grace.

© 2016 Linda Willows, original 2013

Photograph by Tatiania Struck


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