Oh my heart, this my life,
Mother-soul cries from deep.
Dark doorways have told
all the secrets of old.
His soul recoiled and flew away
my son in torment, the unknown took its day.
Fresh wounds crushed all loss
and cut fragile ties.
Unspeakable truth declared in the fray,
drew blood by the night and he went away.
Lord carry this prayer, Let drop my tear,
my son, my son; his heart could be near.
Could I freeze my own heart or
make it a stone… could I live
such a death, such a love without give.
God must see. He must know. Oh, summon His All.
In His Life, we are by such Grace at his call
Lord carry this prayer, let drop my tear,
my son, my son, his heart could be near.
My soul, this, my heart
Lord, give it new start…
I bleed within as his turns away
and carries all that burns within,
as holdings to keep for all seeming days.
Oh God, call all, let Love pour through
Wash our lives, our hearts, with You.
All hope and love is here to give.
I Pray our hearts may open and live.
Forever is where, we find one another,
Father, mother, son and brother,
With forgiveness and humbling that bends
life to the other.
Find me on my knees forgiven,
pleading, praying, calling and driven.
I lost my son and my heart runs to plea
Lord, can you help a forgotten, like me?
I never yet will see him smile, or laugh
and walk, with blue eyes, sweet and tall.
My God, touch the heart of my son in your way
hold him, and protect him, be with him each day;
all of this life, Lord while I love him still
carry this prayer and with Love bear Your Will.
© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Mark Gee
The toiled fragile weave that blankets this cry,
echoes far deep from within darkened heart’s sigh.
Undo this pressed coil that sears, Lord, it burns;
insignia formed as life left to adjourn.
Lift not the cover lest all spill in vain,
without Mercy, or Grace to hold the lost one’s refrain.
Mark every cry with the stain of His blood;
Given, Forgiven, washed through in Love’s flood.
Heart you must turn from such pain to Prevail..
when covered by sighs of the night’s broken derail.
Honor the Voice that intercedes death;
that steadies all Love and exhales our Lord’s Breath.
© 2016 Linda Willows
Photograph by Fren Hendrick