“Sweetly Offered Tepid Tea” poetry from LWillows

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Awakening in time I rose
No sound or soul knew of the hour.
In the expanse of an echo’s call
My heart, it woke and rose in enthrall.

Lifted by an unseen hand,
As if one gentle found me there
Lying small, curled up in alone
Like a child within her Father’s throne.

Interrupt the pulse that runs
Breathe in the one that hides from you.
Yield the woman-child to bind
All of life once more soaked through.

Indeed the hour brought night to day-
Carried, gifted, all Your way.
Sweetly offered, tepid tea
Bathed in the brew of life, like me.

© 2018 Linda Willows

Isaiah 10:27
And in that day his burden will depart from your shoulder, and his yoke from your neck; and the yoke will be broken because of the fat.”

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“Be Brave in God’s Spirit”…a photo inspiration from LWillows

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“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