“Why I let her dance at all”…a poem from Linda Willows

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When all is not
the end
I turn,
and walk on towards
a forward bend.

might there be
a place to put
this broken girl’s
sweet foot to rest,

not forever just
one beat-
life moves on,
no love possessed.

no able one…
to carry her
in lonesome dance,
this lifelong quest.

once before
a lullabye
I heard the promises of old
all the whispers to our heart
life would be good,
we could trust,
we could start.
sweetness in the melodies
evoke the hopes that such dances start.

gentle motion, heart lifted free,
in those dear flights,
she danced, like me.
we flew, we roamed-
we were God’s jubilee.

then like a shining embryo
a light in distant heart adrift..
far she faded to times ago.
curling inside many curtains’ soft glow.

turning back
I can still see her call…
asking why
I let her fall.

why she broke in such silent downfall.
why I let her dance at all.

© 2017 October. Linda Willows

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“We walk through God’s Door”…a worship poem by LWillows

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Take one thousand years, the ones etched in all hearts
the longest forever’s, the keepsakes, life’s parts.
Then empty the chambers of all that pulls back
what hides and winds secrets of pain and love’s lack.

Lord, these are the hearts that most dearly need you
The broken, the suffering, the lives lived deep through.
My own just as all, pressed with trials darkly set
Taken, lost, shaken from night’s epithet.

Oh Heart, carve a place for forgiveness to dwell.
Let the past fall to Now in His Mercy’s groundswell.
May each come to bare in the innocence of
a sweetness that comforts with Limitless Love.

Thousand years to forever we all join the fore
Emboldened, entrusted to walk through God’s Door.
Bare me, Lord dare me; I would walk, I would do…
All in your namesake, Lord. Lead us to You.

© 2017, 2015 Linda Willows

“These Words have been Sown”….by Linda Willows

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“These Words have been Sown”

My heart unfolds, treads the shadows revealed,
aches for lost for-givens and outcries unsealed.
Memories unraveled that quaked through the floor…
I lost you there somewhere and my name was no more.

Tender the cavern that floods tears from the core,
aches only larger as pain swells in uproar.
How could we speak words with no noise at all,
yet blood-let our hearts with cries in this wall.

Cross me with new life or grateful, love’s lend;
to uproot this terminal err, pray Godsend.
How long does it take for truth to find way,
to straighten hearts lifelong; to end judgment’s stay.

When mending’s are born in the seam of one heart
it waits till forever in keep of love’s start.
Know that with all that I am, will and pray,
my soul holds you near in the tears of hearts stay.

In forgiveness that mends and binds all our hearts,
I see you and cross through all nights dreamed apart.
Arms reach through heaven for all of God’s known.
That someday you’ll know that these words have been sown.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“Oh Heart, Carve a Place for Forgiveness to Dwell”…a poem by Linda Willows

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Take one thousand years, the ones etched in all hearts
the longest forever’s, the keepsakes, life’s parts.
Then empty the chambers of all that pulls back
what hides and winds secrets of pain and love’s lack.

Lord, these are the hearts that most dearly need you
The broken, the suffering, the lives lived deep through.
My own just as all, pressed with trials darkly set
Taken, lost shaken from night’s epithet.

Oh Heart, carve a place for forgiveness to dwell.
Let the past fall to Now in His Mercy’s groundswell.
May each come to bare in the innocence of
a sweetness that comforts with Limitless Love.

Thousand years to forever we all join the fore
Emboldened, entrusted to walk through God’s door.
Bare me, Lord dare me; I would walk, I would do…
All in your namesake, Lord. Lead us to You.

© 2016, original 2015 Linda Willows
Photograph by Jarrod

“All Love’s Reunion, a letter to…”, by Linda Willows

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“A letter to Papa in Heaven”

Papa, don’t worry we will all find our way;
though you left for heaven long ago, one dreary winter day.
Life seemed to fold in mists of the skies,
as love leaped from my heart and stole your blue eyes.

Some moments I see you gazing intently from above,
watching from the veil, speaking words of your love.
I know you and feel all the times that you care,
wishing that you could hold or be present to bear
the thousands of acres we wanted to cross….
together, hand in hand in forgiveness and loss.

Remember the campfires when we sang in moonlight?
Love resounded in the mountains lit by joy’s shared delight.
I still hear the songs that you played for us all
inviting all neighbors into circles without walls.
May all who remember your sorrow and strife,
remember this calling, your songs that joined life.

We all leave behind the love that we gave
No mortal things value, past night of the grave.
Neither land nor gold would bring me to you,
or open sky doors to tell stories night through.

Papa in heaven we all come to know
the joy of our purpose is more than life’s woe.
For all of our loss is gain in Soul Heart
As we find all the secrets in Heavenly Charts.

In Faith you saw Jesus on your very last day,
in moments when Love opened and He heard you pray.
All that we held, now left to rescind…
Redemption for our sake, bow us low to the wind.
I pray dearest Papa that, you’ve seen The Lord’s Grace
that you rest in his comfort, his Love and embrace.

For I gaze to Heaven for a day chosen to come,
when all Love’s Reunion finds us again all as one.

©2016 Linda Willows