In soundless tears my soul does weep,
It reaches near bold love to keep.
A brightened canopy of stars…
Look down upon such human scars.
Fall they into a river of light,
Rushing through all my heart with might.
For joy does follow even this night,
As I lay bare in the nest of God’s sight.
I am healed as a child in the arms of love;
My heart is stilled by Him above.
One tear does fall if only to say,
Your Love, Lord fills all of me. Swept, I pray.
©2016 repubish, 2014 Linda Willows
Photograph gratitude to Romina Dughero