“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”…a worship poem by Linda Willows

“In the Care of Your Glorified mists”

River flow into and through my heart’s spilling
Rested weaves trickle through tides of the wave.
Calm in the knowing even sweet in the breaking
Of leaves from the past that are swept into waking.

How slow is the morning when comes after weary
Succumbed to the pace of a time slowed to soft.
Heart lives come tumbling like stone dust to be shown.
Joy frees in the sparkle of reflections then known.

Wrap me round full in the river that lifts…
Calmed by the sounds of His Spirit-soaked time.
Lord, leave me in the care of such glorified mists,
I’ll always be well, ever loved by Your gifts.

© 2017 Linda Willows

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Take my Hand, a poem by Linda Willows

Take my hand heart, dear
come along,
we are walking
we are new.

All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.
Round grow the blossoms
they, open for you.

Feel dear, how the winds lift
As I turn, whirl,
dance love’s hue.

Heart, dear
find the silence
lest my words lose in weep.
Wonders, blessings, beauties,
these are all our to keep.

Please, dear, see farther,
there is land that waits to greet.

Hand, dear, take my hand
our journey lifts
to a garden sweet.

© 2017 Linda Willows

BELOVED

Heart, dear…come along,
we are walking
we are new.

All of God’s garden,
feels our footsteps
beneath the dew.

Round grow the blossoms
they, open for you.

 Feel dear, how the winds lift…
As I turn, whirl, dance love’s hue.

Heart, dear…find the silence
lest my words all lost in weep.

Wonders, blessings, beauties,
these are all our to keep.

Please dear, see still yonder,
is a land that waits to greet.

Hand, dear, take my hand and
lift our journey soft to sweet.

Linda Willows

Photograph by G. Martin Fox

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“One Heart Bears The Other”…by Linda Willows

 

Who walks in our midst and bears no high will,
no goodness in act – but strides in stealth’s ill.
A quaking far soon; not for child’s’ room;
for ne’er moves a shadow in His Love’s heirloom.

Was a calling for each and all to stand tall,
waking to the dangers of sleeping ’til a fall.
Lure comfort, the unknown; “what future may come”,
in the life of another – we must all feel as One.

We walk in the wounds and the binds of our Own;
no one can fall or be slain all alone.
One heart bears the other, we all find home inside.
Let love cover the children. He will dry each tear cried.

Who walks amidst us and would dare stir a storm;
costly the price of lost time, life and love’s deform.
Rather let us weave a formidable prayer’s mend,
With God’s intercession and our Faith on ascend.

© 2016 Linda Willows

“The Moment that God Made”…..a poem by Linda Willows

Stillness comes in the sweet summer’s green eve,
I sit in the vast and gaze; I believe.
All becomes wonder, a calm hushed serene-
cast in the joy of surrender’s unseen.

Whenever the tender breeze floats by
my heart lifts song with a softened sigh,
as though a lullaby from far above…
had gently blessed us all with Graced love.

Green feathered leaves dance in the sun’s late light,
rustling, whispering; they reach to delight!
How deep is my awe of the moment that God made…
undisturbed, unknown and from heaven portrayed.

© 2016 Linda Willows