Take my Hand, a poem by Linda Willows

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Take my hand heart,dear
come along,
we are walking
we are new.

All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.
Round grow the blossoms
they, open for you.

Feel dear, how the winds lift…
As I turn, whirl,
dance love’s hue.

Heart, dear
find the silence
lest my words lose in weep.
Wonders, blessings, beauties,
these are all our to keep.

Please, dear, see farther,
there is land that waits to greet.

Hand, dear, take my hand
our journey lifts
to a garden sweet.

© 2017 Linda Willows

The BELOVED

OLandscapeFR16059914-lgMartyn FoxHeart, dear…come along,
we are walking
we are new.

All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.

Round grow the blossoms
they, open for you.

 Feel dear, how the winds lift…
As I turn, whirl, dance love’s hue.

Heart, dear…find the silence
lest my words all lost in weep.

Wonders, blessings, beauties,
these are all our to keep.

Please dear, see still yonder,
is a land that waits to greet.

Hand, dear, take my hand and
lift our journey soft to sweet.

Linda Willows

Photograph by G. Martin Fox

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