“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

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“A Raindrop’s Thirst”….a poem from L.Willows

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When thunder runs through the skies to burst
My soul does surge with a raindrop’s thirst.
Like a bird set high above in the sky,
With a reach that covers in clouds set to fly.

Cast like a seeming droplet between
All earth and heavens view of the seen.
Wonder fills my sky soaked all…
Sweeping, soaring, through God’s Holy squall.

© 2017 Linda Willows
when I look to the skies, I am always reminded of the Vastness of God and His word:

Isaiah 37:16
“O LORD of hosts, the God of Israel, who is enthroned above the cherubim, You are the God, You alone, of all the kingdoms of the earth You have made heaven and earth”