Joy’s fullness comes in a soft cloud swelled sweep,
like a dawn of wonders drawn after a long sleep.
Dreams of yesteryear fly up in a mist,
replaced by the miracles of- all that I wished!
Now in the places that former held ash…
my yield is a seed that desires the deep Vast.
Oh to live in these moments with you, Lord – just This!
All your gifts in my Heart heart filled with Mercy’s sweet bliss.
Would that I carried an oar to direct
my craft in your sea of earth’s tide to select
all that would bring from this world to your Crown,
a bidding, an homage, a portion; Life Found.
© 2016 Linda Willows