All held dear does fall with ache,
Inside out, each fragment breaks.
Breathing halts to form a pause
Unseen is birthing a Holy Cause.
Would this moment not forsake
All my heart’s dear loved in a quake.
But rather lift another body Of,
Ript from something, some part of love.
Take away what values not
The treasures gained in life’s onslaught.
Here in soliloquy humbled – Thine,
Is soul that bends this day, Your brine.
Heart breaking, God quaking
Holy falling into –
the unseen, the valley, the pasture that waits;
All of His Gardens, His Treasured Estates.
© 2018 Linda Willows
Photograph by Kemal Kemil
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.”
“Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.”
“If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,’ even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.”