“The Promise”…by Linda Willows
For all joy the heart keeps, still in times we feel loss,
Abandon, life’s fate, or the circumstances’ cost.
Whatever is chosen, the moment is dear,
for surely what happens comes by what we fear.
Whatever we plead from love to come forth,
seems the price of our loss as it draws back in force.
Yet Promise is stronger than any life course…
We are granted our fill from Birth moment until
the Secret unveils and Our God’s Love prevails.
Hand in heart, Joy not apart…our life does not lose.
Hope does not depart.
We are the ones that must love more and choose.
Never the ending in this mortal life:
We boast of this grandeur with only more strife.
See the Joy now and don’t shed the tear;
God’s Glory is triumph beyond all that appears.
Clasp on to the “other” with all might and love,
We all are in His family, and Heaven above.
© 2016 Linda Willows
May I Gather One Rose?
Each morning I wake
To a single day’s call
Without a bid to converse
With the future at all.
A breeze from the curtains
Does lift and sway
With sealed message of secrets
Swept into this day.
Light or dark, rain, sun or cold;
It all moves throughout,
With duty and purpose bold.
God’s landscape reveals
Ancient mysteries untold.
Might I gather one rose
Before it is called to unfold?
It gives me some gain
Before it bears fate so ordained.
I am chosen by each hour
As the sun makes its way
Through the valley, mountain, desert
And the ocean’s eve display.
A single step in God’s garden
Can never be known.
You cannot take tomorrow’s wind
And bring it today, home.
Nature’s true moments
Are given to equate all desire,
Then each and every treasure
Becomes a world entire.
©2011 Linda Willows
Mother Heart, born of hope,
of dreams that tie forever’s elope.
Love immersed in tender gaze
from near or far which follows all days.
Gentle bond to swaddled care
from birth to times that challenge heart’s dare.
Nothing ever alters the breath once shared,
yet each day is new and brings its own wares.
Mothers Heart, opens to fill with grace
acceptance, forbearance and the soul’s very face,
anchored throughout all of the turns of life’s fate.
It emboldens, widens and curls towards Love’s Gate.
©2011 Linda Willows