When last I looked you were in sight
Above, beyond and near as light
As warmth would cover all like pure sand
Your glimmer shed and poured to homeland.
Love turns my face again to you
All heart bows low in grace’s due
With gratitude engulfed upon
What was, has been, and that, now gone.
I lift my arms in glory’s rise
I weep when mortal shadows die,
Yet, I will not lose the Grasp of Love
It owns my heart, this joy Above.
Come glimmer shed and pour upon me
Called to home I am led by thee…
I look above, beyond and near to the Light,
My Lord, you motion me with your might.
© 2017 Linda Willows