“Holy these Petals, Become”…worship poem from LWillows

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Photograph by Esteban Rios

I marvel at my Zinnia flower’s tone,
bright with pinks’ hues, it roams like love’s koan;
abiding in joy; seasons through two…
it welcomes each morning at one with the dew.

Is it with the gift of some lightness to bear,
that flowers like this must live free and dare?
Beckoning, dancing as a heart that must bloom
in petals, with a fragrance that spreads room to room.

Seeds flecked with gold as these petals unfold,
this Zinnia is a wonder with a purpose untold.
Treasure in living with light from above,
It is turned to the Sun for all days in His Love.

As time brings the cycle of Grace to fulfill,
The Petals open to grandeur- this God’s holy til.
Earthen seeds scatter like birds in the sky
carried to burrow in an earthen nest’s near…
born again dears, they will not again die.

Marvel the joy of the weep in of the gold Sun
in that new morning when all Will shall be done.
Holy, oh holy these petals become
when the seasons of Love are all blended to One.

© 2018 Linda Willows; 2015 Linda Willows

2 Corinthians 3:18
And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.

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“I am to be Blessed” from LWillows

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My heart does joy in His Love’s embrace…

Empties all in confess before sweet Holy’s Face.

In such marveled Adore; my all seized by Thee…

By this birth in galore, I am Adoptee.

 

Holy instant thunders witness of the moment’s true Grace;

Seals atonement’s decree throughout all Covenant’s trace.

 

Heart lifted from sin, in immortal unlock.

Through Jesus, Salvation, our Pillar, the Rock.

Oh, heart share this joy, I am to be Blessed,

Ecstatic love humbles…God’s door has been pressed.

 

©  2018 Linda Willows; 2016, 2015 original publication

“God’s Tree”, a worship poem by LWillows

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All of heaven reaches your branches;
all of the earth beside your depths,
I pray beside your deep green wonder,
like a child with a heart of new breaking thunder.

The grass beneath is warm and soft,
a nest to hold this wandering guest
that all tender souls might reach to your bend,
and fold into the arms of God’s dear tend.

Oh, keep me near such arms bound and set free;
held close in this fold, wrapped dear in mercy.
The substance of love reaches out as foretold;
my heart is embraced in the grasp of a sweet hold.

Soft Heaven, Pray leave me here tenderly.
I am sheltered, caressed and held by Love’s own decree,
captive of – no other than Thee.

© 2018 Linda Willows  © 2011 Linda Willows

“Hold this Dear Mountain” from Linda Willows

Hold this Dear Mountain

My heart does long for a mountain to hold
with deep embrace and prayers that unfold
into the sweetened winds, as all things are told.

Do you see the rock, the boulder, the tree?
They are each a friend, they are dear to me.
The mountain waits; the ancients see.
They bid my heart, they set me free.

Rocky heights rush towards a heaven rare,
Oh Holy Spirit, I feel Thee there!
My Own is lifted, endowed in this Air.

My soul soars throughout, as on the wings of a dove
In embrace with the Earth,  held so rare, high above.
Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, they see; they love.
Oh, hold this dear Mountain, it’s the Lord’s Treasure Trove.

©2012 Linda Willows, © 2018 Linda Willows

“I can Hear Sweet Love’s Roar” a worship poem from LWillows

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Lord, lift this frame, what designs me so.
My heart cannot still, it must learn to let go.

Allowance may pour through the fount of Love’s door
Yet the fray of dark days set new fires at the fore.
Pour on through the flames lest none but Thy Light
Brings You close; finds my heart, tends my all in the night.

Lord take all heart names that resign me like, so…
I cannot and will not belong to their tow.
Lift off from this frame “what designs me far from you”,
Bring my heart near, let it run to your Love’s Pew.

Come mark my tent with your sacred Love’s pour.
Call me out. Let Life in. I can hear sweet Love’s roar.

Bless every year, every tear that let go.
God shape the frame, for this Heart is aglow.

©2018 republish Linda Willows; © 2014, 2012 Linda Willows