Love finds me falling into grace felled, deep,
a winsome warm wave of sweet calling’s keep.
Oh follow this near, I could not part very far,
from this Heart of Love’s reap,
not by distance nor star.
Find me in the shining of light, bright above.
It hovers, yet reaches to come near to Love.
Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon,
Such tender comes near and my heart sees bridegroom.
Love finds me falling through celestial scroll,
tendered with prayers that invoke God’s extol.
Turning my heart to the Face of such All…
I am washed, I am poured- I begin, live and fall.
©2016 Linda Willows, 2012, Linda Willows)