“Lord, turn us to love”…a prayer for each day…written many weeks ago, meaning more as time goes by…Please let us pray.

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“Bring it all. Lift it up. Become….with the Power of God’s Mercy, Grace and unceasing Love”…from LWillows

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“This one must Waken to cherish Your sight”…a poem by LWillows

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Some dreams may stand and be called out by name,
They move and speak, even pull to my frame.
With beckoning comfort and promises kept
I can be lulled into sleep that bends and forgets.

Substance of heart that motions root soil,
pull deep from the past’s long ago dusty recoil…
stirring up ashes left in a story’s old tomb;
not my heart’s truth – just a dreams empty room.

Nothing may face me and call me by name,
that is not my True own or has formed my frame.
What motions and pulls me towards life’s Awake,
could only be known in the span of Love’s sake.

Dreamer Awake and keep my heart near.
Speak by name constant and never call fear.
Love burst the sleeping in a Thousand star’s Light,
For this one must waken to cherish Your sight.

© 2017 Linda Willows

2 Samuel 22:2-20 “my God is my rock in whom I take refuge, my shield”…inspiration from The Old Testament…offered by LWillows

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2 Samuel 22:2–20
2 and He said,
b“The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
3 my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield, and the horn of my salvation,
my stronghold and my refuge,
my savior; you save me from violence.
4 I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
and I am saved from my enemies.
5 “For the waves of death encompassed me,
the torrents of destruction assailed me;
6 the cords of Sheol entangled me;
the snares of death confronted me.
7 “In my distress I called upon the Lord;
to my God I called.
From his temple he heard my voice,
and my cry mcame to his ears.
8 “Then the earth reeled and rocked;
the foundations of the heavens trembled
and quaked, because he was angry.
9 Smoke went up from his nostrils,
and devouring fire from his mouth;
pglowing coals flamed forth from him.
10 He bowed the heavens and came down;
thick darkness was under his feet.
11 He rode on a cherub and flew;
he was seen on tthe wings of the wind.
12 He made sdarkness around him uhis canopy,
thick clouds, a gathering of water.
13 Out of the brightness before him
coals of fire flamed forth.
14 The Lord thundered from heaven,
and the Most High uttered his voice.
15 And he sent out xarrows and scattered them;
lightning, and routed them.
16 Then the channels of the sea were seen;
the foundations of the world were laid bare,
at the rebuke of the Lord,
at the blast of the breath of his nostrils.
17 “He sent from on high, he took me;
he drew me out of many waters.
18 He rescued me from my strong enemy,
from those who hated me,
for they were too mighty for me.
19 They confronted me in the day of my calamity,
but the Lord was my support.
20 He brought me out into a broad place;
he rescued me, because he delighted in me.

Could we not rephrase or not even precisely form these eloquent words ourselves in these days, the hours we are living in? Is seeing believing or is the heart’s experience of a Power greater than our own, one that answers our prayers when we fall to our knees and pray for one another in weeks such as this past one not the door that opens us to a wondrous and direct experience that there is an wondrous and Almighty God, that is listening, comforting, holding us, reaching to us each. I am vividly awake at 3:30 in the morning. Time is my last concern. We are shifting just as all that seemed to be steady is no longer like rock and lasting. All that seemed lasting, is not guaranteed. We need to look beyond the shifting sands of a world beset by great trials while still sinking our selves deeply into the actions  of Love and motions forward that will leave the imprints of our hearts. Whether we write or not, we are all like scribes in our hearts, leaving imprints, like carvings upon the mortal lives that we live through our heart’s givings. I pray that we learn to look, listen and call to that Holy Sovereign and become thirsty for a relationship with this God that looks to us as well.