My own is so broken for all in the Fire,
how can one weep for the world’s heart entire?
Feeling through lines and the borders of all –
the anguish, the death and the cries of man’s call.
Wake us and give us the strength to pursue
each entry that beckons with evil’s review.
For World without check upon fire in the dark
brings tremors in the morn when we wake with a start.
Pray, Lord give me passion to ease pain of grief,
Let all of your people find Mercy’s relief.
Round all the people and tender them Near…
Gather all Good; fold Him in all tears.
© 2015 November 14. Linda Willows
Thunder, thunder, miles of wonder,
Footsteps rumble into outcries asunder.
Drive me yet through lands not dissolved
whose voices will not break into distant resolve.
Rumble, Rumble, miles to wonder,
room to soar yet much to forsake.
The outcry of brethren for their own sky to take.
Their voices roar for a new freedom’s wake.
Cast me with honor, give me soul’s wake.
Thunder, Thunder; all at stake.
Abba, for each and every one of us, Lord
For this Life, this hour, and all choices we make.
©2012 Linda Willows