“The Motions of Love”….a poem by Linda Willows

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A dance in me motions through seasons beyond,
in long ago rhythms, that captured youths’ song.
It lifted my soul above and with might,
to follow the light that beckoned through night.

No matter what season or passing of time,
the dance was a muse that lifted life mine.
Soft callings on the wind did whisper to me,
bidding my follow of a love symphony.

Ages and years did not lessen the call.
My heart only learned how to bend in enthrall.
For as deep, wide and gentle this lift brought my soul,
the motion imbued from love’s note freed me whole.

Elation and sorrow entwined through live’s bend.
What ached in deep stretch was loosened in mend.
Years, oh decades could never replace,
the wonders of new life with God’s hand in Grace.

What dances is freed to roam heaven and earth…
to lift with the Wind and its music of mirth.
Oh Glory, the road that is glimpsed in such flight,
when taken, is shared in all heaven’s delight.

Not without price is this motion revealed
To open the sacred, we learn love, we yield.
Sweet calling that bids for truths beauteous call;
this is what dances, it is Love’s enthrall.

Of my dance, of yours, of our lives given round-
Let all seasons bring motion that we can know joys abound.
the whispers of the wind from the heavens above
move through us, resounding, in the motions of Love.

© 2016 Linda Willows, original 2015

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